Forgotten
Chapters (15)
Also by Jeffery Deaver
Novels
The Colter Shaw Series
The Final Twist
The Goodbye Man
The Never Game
The Lincoln Rhyme Series
The Cutting Edge
The Burial Hour
The Steel Kiss
The Skin Collector
The Kill Room
The Burning Wire
The Broken Window
The Cold Moon
The Twelfth Card
The Vanished Man
The Stone Monkey
The Empty Chair
The Coffin Dancer
The Bone Collector
The Kathryn Dance Series
Solitude Creek
XO
Roadside Crosses
The Sleeping Doll
The Rune Series
Hard News
Death of a Blue Movie Star
Manhattan Is My Beat
The John Pellam Series
Hell’s Kitchen
Bloody River Blues
Shallow Graves
Stand-Alones
The October List
No Rest for the Dead (Contributor)
Carte Blanche (A James Bond Novel)
Watchlist (Contributor)
Edge
The Bodies Left Behind
Garden of Beasts
The Blue Nowhere
Speaking in Tongues
The Devil’s Teardrop
A Maiden’s Grave
Praying for Sleep
The Lesson of Her Death
Mistress of Justice
Short Fiction
Collections
Trouble in Mind
More Twisted
Twisted
Anthologies
Nothing Good Happens After Midnight (Editor and Contributor)
A Hot and Sultry Night for Crime (Editor and Contributor)
Ice Cold (Editor and Contributor)
Books to Die For (Contributor)
The Best American Mystery Stories 2009 (Editor)
Stories
Forgotten
Turning Point
Verona
The Debriefing
The Second Hostage
Ninth and Nowhere
Captivated
The Victims’ Club
Surprise Ending
Double Cross
The Deliveryman
A Textbook Case
Contents
Cover
Also by Jeffery Deaver
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Excerpt from The Final Twist
About the Author
1.
“He’s going to die in there. I mean, it’s only a matter of time. My boy . . .” The man’s voice choked. “There’s a gang inside. Friends of the man that got killed.”
Listening on his mobile, Colter Shaw noted the passive construction of the sentence. He didn’t say: Friends of the man that Jude was convicted of killing. Though that was what had happened.
“They’re out to get him. I know it! He’s afraid to walk outside in the prison yard. He’s afraid to eat meals.”
“Can’t they segregate him?”
“No. Or they won’t.”
“Has anyone else called about the reward?”
“A couple people,” Arnie Sterling told him. “They didn’t know anything about the case. They were just wanting the money and were making up something about Jude. Alibis, but they weren’t right.”
“You’ve tried private eyes?”
“One or two. They weren’t interested. And I can’t afford them anyway, not the good ones. It was all I could do to scrape up the reward. I mean, it’s nothing, I know. But it’s all we could think of to do.”
“Let’s get together. I can be there day after tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Give me your address.”
“Oh, thank you, sir! Bless you.”