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Edge (Anglais) Broché – 3 mai 2011

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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)

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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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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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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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2.0 étoiles sur 5 And he is very good at it 4 janvier 2015
Par hahcutt - Publié sur
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"Edge" is a mess. Deaver is known for twists at the end. And he is very good at it. His twists generally add to the story, make sense in the end, and are not hard to follow (Mistress of Justice). In "Edge" Deaver lost me when the good guy set a trap for the bad guy, but he knew that the bad guy would suspect a trap so he set a trap within the trap, but the bad guy suspected the trap within the trap so he set a counter-counter-counter trap. Gimme a break.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Too many missteps, not enough greatness 9 octobre 2011
Par Josh Mauthe - Publié sur
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Edge is a standalone novel from Deaver (that is, it doesn't feature either of his recurring main characters, Lincoln Rhyme and Kathryn Dance), and often, those lead to some of his best works. But for whatever reason, Edge didn't do much for me. The premise is certainly appealing enough, as Deaver focuses on Corte, an expert in witness protection who's doing everything he can to prevent his targets from being captured by one of the best and most dangerous interrogators working today. And as a cat and mouse game, Edge is satisfying enough for a while. But after a bit, the villain's ability to manipulate every single person he meets gets a little wearying, and the continual power reversals that Deaver uses as little twists start to get more predictable than surprising. But the biggest gripe for me has to do with the family that Corte is protecting; without giving too much away, Deaver seems to be overstuffing this family with secrets, to the point where you start to wonder how so many people in one small group can have so many dangerous secrets tucked away. And, finally, there's Corte, whose cold, dispassionate exterior hides a similarly cold, dispassionate interior that makes him less of an intriguing character and more of a dull, uninvolving slab. Edge is an adequate thriller, I suppose, but there's nothing really that makes it great, and more than a few things that make it disappointing. As a beach read, you could do worse, but to be blunt, you could do a lot better, too.
3.0 étoiles sur 5 Wish authors avoided politics 3 avril 2017
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At times gripping, but not his best. The politics are not overwhelming. Rather they lurk uncomfortably in the background. You just know who the ultimate villain will be when Deaver starts describing a seemingly unconnected character's political party. It seems so many authors these days can't resist letting their own political views interfere with their storytelling. The politics of the villain are not germane to the story unless you're trying to persuade the reader that all the bad guys are in the party you don't like.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Suspense from the very begining 11 janvier 2013
Par Chris Brunner - Publié sur
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Deaver has done it again. I have enjoyed nearly all of his stand alone books but had heard mixed results about this one. The suspense was constant through the whole book and even though I swore I had the ending all figured out for most of the book, Deaver was able to stump me again.

I have read everything by Deaver and thought I had his trademark twists and turns all laid out and I thought I had the whole thing figured out ten chapters in. I even had alternates in case he twisted the story in a different direction. Well, he played with me though most of the story. I would get to a part and he would confirm my predictions only to rip those theories to shreds two chapters later. There were a lot of editing mistakes, general typos and wrong words, but it is easy to get past.

For anyone looking for a quick read with lots of suspense and thrills. I highly recommend this one. It is just under 400 pages but it flew by so quickly it seemed much shorter. Deaver has never let me down and is still my all time favorite author. I still think this was a great read.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 One of his best in recent years 23 novembre 2010
Par Brian Reaves - Publié sur
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I've read most everything Deaver has written, and the premise of this one sounded original enough to grab my interest. I'm not particularly a fan of his Lincoln Rhyme stuff, so a novel introducing a new character automatically has my vote. Deaver has created a thrilling new hero in Corte, a "shepherd" who protects those hunted by "lifters" seeking to torture information out of them or worse. Adding to Corte's quirkiness is the fact that he is a board-game aficionado, and regularly uses the rules and strategies of winning a game in his profession.

In recent years, Deaver's work as the "plot twist author" has really seemed to suffer. Much like Shyamalan who felt the need to keep throwing twists out in his films as his gimmick, Deaver's work started to become a "the killer reaches for the hero...but the hero knew it so he has backup to protect himself...but the villain knew it so he sent in a duplicate to get caught instead...but the hero knew it so he..." Understand what I mean?

In "Edge", the plot twists are still there but they aren't so obvious anymore. I caught a few as they were coming up, but Deaver genuinely caught me off guard a number of times...especially with the ending. I was very pleased with this book and hope we see more from Corte in another adventure soon enough! Highly recommended!
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