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An off-site corporate event gone disastrously wrong. The largest ransom in history. The price-tag: dead or alive. Now, in Joseph Finder's explosive thriller Power Play, it's up to Jake Landry-a modest, steady guy with a dark, hidden past-to save them all...
It was the perfect retreat for a troubled company. No cell phones. No BlackBerrys. No cars. Just a deluxe lodge surrounded by thousands of miles of wilderness and a desolate seacoast.
Jake Landry is a junior executive at the Hammond Aerospace Corporation, a steady, modest, and taciturn guy with a gift for keeping his head down-and a turbulent past he prays he's put behind him. Ordered to fill in for his boss at the annual offsite, he's out of his element. He's uncomfortable with the lavish accommodations and especially with the arrogant, swaggering men who run the company and the only person he knows there is the new special assistant to the CEO-who happens to be Jake's ex.
Then a band of hunters, apparently lost in the woods, crash the opening-night festivities. Soon the execs of a billion-dollar company, cut off from the rest of the world, find themselves at the mercy of a group of men with guns...and a cunning plan to take Hammond Aerospace for all it's worth.
But the hostage takers aren't who they appear to be and neither is Jake Landry. The high flyers hadn't wanted Jake to come along. Now he's the only one who can save them.
my TiVo. Anyway, I took notes and put it in an e-mail to you. I also attached some close-up shots of that piece of the wing.” “Great, Zo. I’ll download them after we board. Thanks.” “De nada. Oh, and, Jake?” “Yeah?” “The Aviation Daily guy also told me that Singapore Airlines just canceled their deal with Eurospatiale. Like, they totally freaked out over the crash.” “Really?” That was a major contract. Almost as big as the Air India deal. “Is that public information?” “Not yet. The reporter
laptop in a Starbucks or some old Macintosh in a fishing lodge in British Columbia.” “How is that possible?” said Bross. “Well, it’s—anytime you log on to our system from outside the headquarters building, you’re creating a virtual tunnel into what’s called the VPN—the Hammond virtual private network. All the bank computers see is a Hammond IP address. An outbound gateway. For all the bank knows, it’s getting a message from my office on the thirty-third floor on Wilshire Boulevard.” “Can we
It felt like an hour. The roar of the ocean, the lapping of the waves against the rocks on the beach. “Stay on my good side,” he said, “and you’ll make it out of here alive. But if you try anything—” “I know.” “No,” Russell said. “You don’t know. You think you know what’s happening here, dude, but you really have no idea.” 47 Russell’s words echoed in my head as Travis followed me out of the screened porch and through the great room. You think you know what’s happening here, dude,
we were out here. They’d taken precautions. Dropping to the ground, I waited about a minute, listening for any movement, waiting to see whether I noticed anyone looking out. When I was fairly certain I wasn’t being watched, I got to my feet and ran back to the shed. Standing outside the closed door, I said in a low voice, “It’s me.” The door came open slowly. Ali stood there, revolver in her hand, looking like a natural. Her eyes were questioning, but she said nothing. I went in, shut the
into the overstuffed sofa, his gun dropping from his hand, sliding a good ten feet or more. Buck canted to one side. A crimson starburst appeared on his shirt just above his vest. Muffled screams from somewhere close by: the game room? Russell, back on his feet, hesitated for an instant, as if deciding whether to reach for his gun. The fury in his face told me he now understood that I’d removed the primer from the grenade; he was not a man who enjoyed being duped. I aimed the pistol and