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Chapter 1

“WE’VE GOT A bad one, Corte.”

“Go ahead,” I said into the stalk microphone. I was at my desk, on a hands-free. I set down the old handwritten note I’d been reading.

“The principal and his family’re in Fairfax. There’s a go-ahead order for a lifter and seems like he’s under some time pressure.”

“How much?”

“A couple of days.”

“You know who hired him?”

“That’s a negative, son.”

It was Saturday, early. In this business, we drew odd hours and workweeks of varying lengths. Mine had just begun a couple of days ago and I’d finished a small job late yesterday afternoon. I was to have spent the day tidying up paperwork, something I enjoy, but in my organization we’re on call constantly.

“Keep going, Freddy.” There’d been something about his tone. Ten years of working with somebody, even sporadically, in this line of work gives you clues.

The FBI agent, never known for hesitating, now hesitated. Finally: “Okay, Corte, the thing is ?? ?”


“The lifter’s Henry Loving?? . I know, I know. But it’s confirmed.”

After a moment, in which the only sounds I could hear were my heart and a whisper of blood through my ears, I responded automatically, though pointlessly, “He’s dead. Rhode Island.”

Was dead. Was reported dead.”

I glanced at trees outside my window, stirring in the faint September breeze, then looked over my desk. It was neat but small and cheaply made. On it were several pieces of paper, each demanding more or less of my attention, as well as a small carton that FedEx had delivered to the town house, only a few blocks from my office, that morning. It was an eBay purchase I’d been looking forward to receiving. I’d planned to examine the contents of the box on my lunch hour today. I now slid it aside.

“Go on.”

“In Providence? Somebody else was in the building.” Freddy filled in this missing puzzle piece, though I’d almost instantly deduced—correctly, from the agent’s account—exactly what had happened. Two years ago the warehouse Henry Loving had been hiding in, after fleeing a trap I’d set for him, had burned to the ground. The forensic people had a clear DNA match on the body inside. Even badly burned, a corpse will leave about ten million samples of that pesky deoxyribonucleic acid. Which you can’t hide or destroy so it doesn’t make sense to try.

But what you can do is, afterward, get to the DNA lab technicians and force them to lie—to certify that the body was yours.

Loving was the sort who would have anticipated my trap. Before he went after my principals, he’d have a backup plan devised: kidnapping a homeless man or a runaway and stashing him in the warehouse, just in case he needed to escape. This was a clever idea, threatening a lab tech, and not so far-fetched when you considered that Henry Loving’s unique art was manipulating people to do things they didn’t want to do.

So, suddenly, a man a lot of other people had been content—I’d go so far as to use the word “happy”—to see die in a fire was now very much alive.

A shadow in my doorway. It was Aaron Ellis, the head of our organization, the man I reported to directly. Blond and fiercely broad of shoulder. His thin lips parted. He didn’t know I was on the phone. “You hear? Rhode Island—it wasn’t Loving after all.”

“I’m on with Freddy now.” Gesturing toward the hands-free.

“My office in ten?”


He vanished on deft feet encased in brown tasseled loafers, which clashed with his light blue slacks.

I said to the FBI agent, in his office about ten miles from mine, “That was Aaron.”

“I know,” Freddy replied. “My boss briefed your boss. I’m briefing you. We’ll be working it together, son. Call me when you can.”

“Wait,” I said. “The principals, in Fairfax? You send any agents to babysit?”

“Not yet. This just happened.”

“Get somebody there now.”

“Apparently Loving’s nowhere near yet.”

“Do it anyway.”


“Do it anyway.”

“Your wish, et cetera, et cetera.”

Freddy disconnected before I could say anything more.

Henry Loving

I sat for a moment and again looked out the window of my organization’s unmarked headquarters in Old Town Alexandria, the building aggressively ugly, 1970s ugly. I stared at a wedge of grass, an antique store, a Starbucks and a few bushes in a parking strip. The bushes lined up in a staggered fashion toward the Masonic Temple, like they’d been planted by a Dan Brown character sending a message via landscaping rather than an email.

My eyes returned to the FedEx box and the documents on my desk.

One stapled stack of papers was a lease for a safe house near Silver Spring, Maryland. I’d have to negotiate the rent down, assuming a cover identity to do so.

One document was a release order for the principal I’d successfully delivered yesterday to two solemn men, in equally solemn suits, whose offices were in Langley, Virginia. I signed the order and put it into my OUT box.

The last slip of paper, which I’d been reading when Freddy called, I’d brought with me without intending to. In the town house last night I’d located a board game whose instructions I’d wanted to reread and had opened the box to find this sheet—an old to-do list for a holiday party, with names of guests to call, groceries and decorations to buy. I’d absently tucked the yellowing document into my pocket and discovered it this morning. The party had been years ago. It was the last thing I wanted to be reminded of at the moment.

I looked at the handwriting on the faded rectangle and fed it into my burn box, which turned it into confetti.

I placed the FedEx box into the safe behind my desk—nothing fancy, no eye scans, just a clicking combination lock—and rose. I tugged on a dark suit jacket over my white shirt, which was what I usually wore in the office, even when working weekends. I stepped out of my office, turning left toward my boss’s, and walked along the lengthy corridor’s gray carpet, striped with sunlight, falling pale through the mirrored, bullet-resistant windows. My mind was no longer on real estate values in Maryland or delivery service packages or unwanted reminders from the past, but focused exclusively on the reappearance of Henry Loving—the man who, six years earlier, had tortured and murdered my mentor and close friend, Abe Fallow, in a gulley beside a North Carolina cotton field, as I’d listened to his cries through his still-connected phone.

Seven minutes of screams until the merciful gunshot, delivered not mercifully at all, but as a simple matter of professional efficiency.

© 2010 Jeffery Deaver --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.

Revue de presse

'As always in a Deaver novel the plot twistst one way and then the next but the tension is superbly maintained' (The Times)

'The twists and turns from devilish Deaver will have you burning the midnight oil, then using it to set fire to the candle you'll be burning at both ends until you finish this. The seamless narrative delights and the reader is drip-fed information that will invite imaginative minds to head into overdrive . . . This is the perfect accompaniment on a winter's night, curled up on the sofa with a glass of your favourite tipple.' (Sun)

'He's mesmerising in whatever guise' (Independent on Sunday Books of the Year)

'There is no one better at wrong-footing the reader.' (Evening Standard)

'Fans of Deaver's fiendishly clever suspensers won't be surprised by the nonstop deceptions, reversals, shocks and surprises, but this time they're even more varied than usual, and, given the characters' backgrounds, a lot more plausible. The result is his most successful thriller in years.' (Kirkus, starred review) --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

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  • Broché: 512 pages
  • Editeur : Hodder & Stoughton (7 avril 2011)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 1444704478
  • ISBN-13: 978-1444704471
  • Dimensions du produit: 11,9 x 3,6 x 17,8 cm
  • Moyenne des commentaires client : 3.7 étoiles sur 5  Voir tous les commentaires (3 commentaires client)
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1 internautes sur 1 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par la Dauxéenne le 29 février 2012
Format: Broché
encore du pur Deaver avec retournements, suspense et points d'interrogation au rhythme soutenu qui caractérise ses romans. Attention aux addictions, difficile de poser le livre une fois commencé. Vivement recommandé.
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1 internautes sur 1 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Vincent Degot le 11 avril 2014
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trouvé ce que j'ttendais, bon livre dans la moyenne pour lire dans la train ou sur la plage opu le soir avant de s'endormir.
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1 internautes sur 2 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par A415 le 1 août 2013
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Jeffry Deaver is the master of the unexpected twist in the plot and the Lincoln Rhyme novels are excellent examples of the genre. However, Edge does not come close to the standard of the Lincoln Rhyme novels, there are so many twists and turns that by a quarter of the way through the book I was suffering from serious motion sickness. In fact there are so many twists and turns that rather than pushing the plot forward they completely obscure what was a very thin plot to begin with. Definitely not up to Mr. Deaver's usual high standard, no plot, thin unbelievable characters and an apple pie epilogue that made be gag.
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Edge won't disappoint Deaver fans. 3 novembre 2010
Par Robert Busko - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
The first Jeffrey Deaver novel I read was 1997's The Bone Collector. Since that time I have been an on and off fan of his. It isn't the quality of the books he writes but often a function of time and what else is out there demanding my attention in the book line. I also tend to get bored with long series of novels as in the Lincoln Rhyme novels.

Edge, Deaver's latest thriller, has appeared at just the right time and is also a stand-a-lone novel. As such, it provides a refreshing opportunity to meet new characters in new situations. The premise of the story is full of real possibilities making it an even better read. Coming on the heels of the very successful Burning Wire, Edge is Deaver's second book of 2010 and that is a treat.

Corte (yes he goes by just a single name) works for a Federal organization that is never identified. Corte's job is to protect individuals who are in possession of sensitive, dangerous, or highly profitable information. Corte's opposite, Henry Loving, is a "lifter"; a collector if information who uses any means necessary to gather what he wants. Henry is Loving is not someone you would want to meet if he has an interest in something you know.

Corte's latest assignment is Ryan Kessler, a Washington, D. C. detective who, for reasons that aren't important here, becomes Loving's target. That is the outline of the story.

Deaver is an experienced and highly capable spinner of tales. Edge is rapid fire decision making and action that will keep you turning pages and is a pretty fair extension of Deaver's line of hit novels. The are plot twists and surprises galore. Like many successful novelists today, Deaver has a seemingly inexhaustible supply of plot ideas. I hope the creative well doesn't run dry anytime soon.

Could this be the beginning of a new Deaver series? Maybe.

I recommend.

Peace to all.
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Novel has a lot of problems, but works in the end 1 décembre 2010
Par Bill Garrison - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
Jeffrey Deaver's THE EDGE is at times compelling, and then quite boring. But at the end, it comes together in an ultimately rewarding experience. Deaver takes the reader to Corte, an agent of a secretive government organization charged with keeping people safe. Corte is the shepherd assigned to guard Ryan Kessler, his wife, Joanne, sister-in-law Maree, and daughter Amanda. He's protecting them from the "lifter" Henry Loving, a man paid to find people and extract information from them. While Corte is keeping the Kesslers safe, he's also trying to discover who the primary is; who hired Henry Loving.

As the novel opens, Corte is trying to keep the Kesslers safe and Loving is trying to kill them. So, we get several scenes of cat and mouse, and action as Corte fights off Loving. With so much violence and mayhem going on, it seems improbable that all the main characters survive. I found myself skimming through the needless action to get to more story.

Thankfully, Deaver moves away from the action and more into the story. Who in Kessler's family is Loving targeting? Is it Ryan, the cop injured in the line of duty. Could it be his devoted wife, the active daughter, or the ditsy photographer sister-in-law.

My opinion of the novel definitely changed in the last half, for the better. This is a novel Deaver fans should check out as they eagerly await his next: the new James Bond novel.
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Good...and yet annoying 8 novembre 2010
Par Oakleaf - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
I am half done the book and actually am so annoyed by it that I am writing a quick review. I am not one of the paid reviewers who always appear first on the list and seem to have all the time in the world to give a complete plot outline (skip those in the future). Anyway, here it is. Deaver never seemed to get into his character Corte. You feel like he is the author sitting next to the character, trying to appear to be the character. I know that sounds confusing, but here's how it comes out. Corte is constantly "turning to us" and defining terms used in his job, explaining his motivation, telling little anecdotes to us, etc. It's like we are on a ride-along with him and trying to write what we see from his perspective and yet can never get away from our perspective. Anyway, it's annoying. I will finish the book and if it completely redeems itself, I will write another review, otherwise not.
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Irritating and unsatisfying 24 avril 2013
Par now what - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I wrote another review of this book, but Amazon malfunctioned and it disappeared. This time I'm not going to elaborate as much--a book this bad isn't worth wasting the time for detailed analysis.

The good:
Fairly interesting premise.

The bad:
Excessive needless detail (things like the narrator uses pre-packaged coffee).
Clumsy details apparently intended to show how well-rounded the narrator is (such as his discussion of the use of commas around an appositive--who cares?).
Factual errors. Example: the narrator states that private air charter companies have to file flight plans. Actually, they don't. They are required to maintain a comparable record of operations, but these records can take many forms and aren't filed with any federal agency. Example: a character discusses "the last emperor of Korea" in "the 1920s." Actually, Korea never had emperors, it had kings and queens. And in the 1920s, Korea was part of Japan, having been occupied and then annexed in 1910. So in the 1920s there was no Korean emperor or king or ruler of any sort--Korea was totally controlled and administered by the Japanese from 1910 until 1945. This is the kind of nonsense that permeates the book.

The really, really bad:
Civilians and most minor characters are dysfunctional, obtuse, childish, substance abusers, etc. Generally irritating idiots.
The plot and action depend on a series of dumb moves by various characters, which always give the bad guys another chance to suceed. Augmented by very poor tactical decisions and general dim-witted procedure by the supposedly super-talented anonymous agency of the good guys (see below).
Too many convenient circumstances to keep the story moving.
Too many improbable and dumb moves by the supposedly oh-so-clever narrator and his agency. Example: the motel that is used to stash protected individuals: impossible to defend, ideal for ambush, exposed to curious staff and other guests.
Constant rambling about games and game theory. We get it, already.
Way too long and meandering--a series of pointless and often silly events.

I would not recommend this book to anyone. If you want a good protected witness-type book, read Elmore Leonard, "Killshot." Far tighter and infinitely more enjoyable.
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Good - Not Great 15 décembre 2010
Par Rick Mitchell - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
This novel introduces a new character for Jeffrey Deaver - "Corte", No first name, just Corte. He is in the protection business working for an anonymous government agency charged with protecting people. Corte considers himself a "shepherd" protecting his wards against "lifters" (kidnappers) and hitmen. Part of his job is to find the "principle", the person who hired the lifter or hitman. In this case, the lifter he is attempting to thwart is an old nemesis named Henry Loving who tortured and killed his mentor years before.

Corte is serious to the point of parody. He analyzes every aspect of every situation and person he is protecting. Although droll, the character is not bad and, if there are futures iterations, could be fleshed out nicely. The rest of the characters are merely support. None are given much depth, even the ones being protected (of course this is because Corte, who narrates the book, never wants to get too close to his wards).

Deaver usually gives the reader a bit of information along with his plots and in "Edge" he imparts gaming theory. Corte is a gaming enthusiast as well as an amateur orienteer and "cutter" (fancy name for tracker). Elements of these are explained as the plot unfolds.

The plot is a basic one: Loving wants one of Corte's wards and he and Corte are constantly matching wits in what both see as their ultimate game. There are many many encounters that include gunfights, near misses, near catches and escapes. It is almost a thrill per chapter. My criticism is that all of these become a bit redundant, especially since the reader knows that if there is an encounter between the two nemeses on page 50, it will be unresolved so that the book can go on.

There are constant twists and turns as the object of the "game" keeps shifting. These are well beyond the reader's ability to solve, so just hang on for the ride. It is fast-paced one that is always shifting.

This is by no means Mr. Deaver's best, but it still was enjoyable escapism.
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