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Title:
Worst fears realized : a novel
Author:
Woods, Stuart.
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Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : HarperCollins, [1999]

©1999
Physical Description:
332 pages ; 25 cm
Language:
English
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ISBN:
9780060191825
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Book

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Summary

Summary

Someone is Brutally killing the women in Stone Barrington's life -- and he doesn't know why. His date, his secretary, and his neighbor are all murdered within 24 hours of one another. When the D.A. comes sniffing at his door, Stone, the New York lawyer-turned-investigator, enlists the help of his best friend, Dino, the N.Y.P.D. lieutenant, to clear his good name. When Dino gets involved, the cast of characters, shady and otherwise, grows as Dino's Mafioso-type father-in-law, his beautiful daughter Dolce, and even the doorman get into the act. The plot twists from the front table at Elaine's to the dark alleys where Armani-clad mobsters dwell, and Stone can only pray that his worst fears won't be realized as he tries to save the lives of the women he cares about.


Author Notes

Stuart Woods was born in Manchester, Georgia on January 9, 1938. He received a B. A in sociology from the University of Georgia in 1959. He worked in the advertising business and eventually wrote two non-fiction books entitled Blue Water, Green Skipper and A Romantic's Guide to the Country Inns of Britain and Ireland. His first novel, Chiefs, was published in 1981. It won an Edgar Award and was made into a TV miniseries starring Charlton Heston. His other works include the Stone Barrington series, the Holly Barker series, the Will Lee series, the Ed Eagle series, the Rick Barron series and the Teddy Fay series. He won France's Prix de Literature Policiere for Imperfect Strangers.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 3

Booklist Review

It's a cop's worst nightmare: a felon he or she sent to prison harbors a grudge, and when released, goes after the cop to extract revenge. That's exactly what happens to cop-turned-lawyer Stone Barrington when Herbert Mitteldorfer comes after Stone, his ex-partner, Dino Bacchetti, and their families and close friends. Somehow Mitteldorfer manages to disappear after every attack, and no one can find his hidey-hole or stop the victim list from growing longer and bloodier. Adding to Stone's problems are his romantic troubles--his longtime British girlfriend leaves in a huff, and the beautiful, sexy daughter of a Mafia don is panting to get him into bed. Woods' Stone Barrington series continues to offer solid escapist entertainment, combining the sophistication of a Nick and Nora Charles plot, the macho charm and tongue-in-cheek humor of a James Bond flick, the crisp dialogue of a Spenser mystery, and the slam-bang action of a Schwarzenegger film. --Emily Melton


Publisher's Weekly Review

There's an adequate crime tale embedded somewhere among the excess of upscale home, fashion and dining commentary here. Woods's (Orchid Beach) new novel opens on a high note as series hero Stone BarringtonÄattorney and ex-cop, he of the large wallet and larger libidoÄsuffers a date from hell when his pickup, an attractive ADA, gets her throat cut while Stone is stepping out for Chinese food. The next night, Stone and a visitor, his former partner, NYPD Lt. Dino Bachetti, witness from Stone's window another woman getting her throat slashed. The murderer escapes, but the two men think they recognize him as a wife killer they put away 12 years ago. The problem is, Herbert Mitteldorfer is still in prison. Intrigue heightens as an old love reenters Stone's life, Mitteldorfer is paroled and the mysterious slasher attempts to kill Dino's wife. Dino's father-in-law, Eduardo Bianchi, a godfather-like philanthropist, ensure that Dino's wife and son are safe-guarded while he feeds Stone inside information. But Stone's romance isn't protected, and when the lawyer's girlfriend flees to England, he recklessly beds Bianchi's daughter, Dolce, even as the chase for the elusive killer heats up. This wan action is padded by much description of sumptuous meals (with lots of name brands), Stone's purchase of a luxury car and Connecticut retreat, and myriad scenes drawn from the society pagesÄElaine of the famed Elaine's restaurant even turns in an extensive cameo. Woods still can write smart dialogue and knows how to pace, but it's hard to believe that the man who began his career with the dramatic, Edgar Award-winning Chiefs is tossing off inane stuff like this. Author tour; simultaneous audio and large-print editions. (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved


Library Journal Review

Best-selling author Woods (Dead in the Water) returns with his 19th novel and fifth Stone Barrington adventure. The Manhattan lawyer turned investigator faces an indictment for the murder of a woman he's just met. When other brutal murders quickly pile upÄall women connected to him or his best friend, Dino Bacchetti of the 19th PrecinctÄStone knows that one of a cop's worst fears has been realized: a con with a grudge is bent on vengeance. While trying to save the lives of the women he cares about, Stone struggles to track down the killer and head off a DA who's out to get him for murder. With sharply drawn characters, a plot that's satisfying to the last dirty deed, and a story that flows with the effortless grace attained only by a master, this seductive novel will have readers twitching with suspense. Highly recommended for all public libraries. [A Mystery Guild main selection and Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club featured alternate selection.]ÄRonnie H. Terpening, Univ. of Arizona, Tucson (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

Worst Fears Realized Chapter One The pain lay buried somewhere in the depths of Stone Barrington's upper body; a cross between a slipped disc and a coronary, it seemed. It had begun after a phone conversation early in the previous winter. The call, from Arrington Carter, had ended everything. Now she was the wife of another man, living in his house, rearing his son. He would never see her again, except in her husband's company, and he would never think of her again without feeling the pain. He had never believed it would persist into the following spring, but it had. If anything, it was worse. He saw Dino a couple of times a week, always at Elaine's. Dino was his closest friend--sometimes, he felt, his only friend. Not true, of course. Elaine was his friend, and the evenings in her restaurant, with Elaine and Dino, were the only bright spots in his week. His law practice had lately been boring, a personal injury suit that dragged on and on, a bone thrown to him by Woodman & Weld, because there wasn't enough meat on it to nourish a firm with thirty partners and a hundred associates. They were ready to go to trial, and the expected settlement offer had not materialized. It was depressing. Everything was depressing. And the pain continued, assuaged only by bourbon, and he had done too much assuaging lately. He sat at table number five, at Elaine's, with Dino, and ordered another assuagement. "Let's go to a party," Dino said. "Have your next one there." "I don't feel like going to a party with a lot of cops," Stone said. "It's not a cop party." "You don't know anybody but cops," Stone said. Dino caught the waiter's eye and signaled for a check. "I know lots of people," he said. "Name three who aren't cops or Mafiosi." "It's not a Mafia party, either," Dino said, dodging the question. "Whose party is it?" "It's at a deputy DA's." "Oh. Then we get to bring our own booze." "His name is Martin B-r-o-u-g-h-a-m," he spelled, "pronounced 'Broom,' and he's got some money, I think." "Isn't he handling the Dante trial?" Dante was a crime boss, and his trial was the most important since Gotti's. "He got a conviction this afternoon." "I hadn't heard." "Don't you watch the news anymore?" "Not much." "The party is to celebrate the conviction." "How come I don't know Brougham?" "Because he runs with a classier crowd than you're accustomed to. The only seedy lawyers he meets are in court." "Who are you calling a seedy lawyer?" "How many lawyers are at this table?" "I am not a seedy lawyer; I just take seedy cases. There's a difference." "Whatever you say," Dino said, standing up and reaching for his raincoat. "Let's get out of here." "I don't want to," Stone grumbled. "You don't want to do anything, you desolate fuck, and I can't stand it anymore. Now put your coat on and come with me, or I'll just shoot you here and now. Nobody would ever prosecute me; it would be justifiable homicide." "Oh, all right," Stone said, struggling to his feet and grabbing his coat. "One drink, if the guy serves decent booze. Then I'm out of there." The apartment was a duplex in the East Sixties, definitely not the preserve of an assistant DA. "You're right," Stone said, as they handed their coats to a maid. "He's got money. There's at least a million dollars of art hanging in this room." "What are you, his insurance agent?" Dino whispered. "Try and have a good time, okay?" "Tell me more about this guy," Stone said. "Word is, he's up for chief deputy DA, and he's going to run for DA, if the old man ever retires." "He'll grow old waiting," Stone said. A handsome man of about forty spotted Dino and came across the room, towing a tall blond woman in a Chanel suit. "Dino," he said, shaking hands. "I'm glad you could make it. You remember Dana." The woman shook Dino's hand. "Who's this?" she asked, turning her gaze on Stone. "This is Stone Barrington, Dana. Stone, this is Martin and Dana Brougham." "How do you do?" Stone said mechanically, shaking their hands. "I've heard of you," Brougham said, steering Stone and Dino toward the bar. "You were Dino's partner at the Nineteenth Precinct a while back, weren't you?" "A while back," Stone echoed. "After I left the force they had to kick him upstairs; nobody else would ride in the same car with him." "You're over at Woodman and Weld, aren't you?" "I'm of counsel, to them," Stone replied, "but Woodman and Weld would probably rather you didn't know it." It was a remark he wouldn't have made if he had been entirely sober. Brougham laughed. "What are you drinking?" "Wild Turkey on the rocks, if you have it." Brougham grabbed a bottle that looked like a crystal decanter and poured Stone a double. "This is Wild Turkey, but it's got a leg up on the standard stuff." Stone tasted the whiskey. The man was right. This stuff cost thirty bucks a bottle; he was beginning to like Brougham. A couple arrived at the front door, and Brougham went off to greet them. "Wander around," he said. "Meet some people." Stone looked around. The room was jammed with people, and somebody was playing the piano rather well. "I see at least four cops," he said to Dino. "So what? There are a lot of civilians here, too." "If you consider assistant DA's civilians. Who's the tall guy by the fireplace?" "Tom Deacon. He runs the DA's investigative division." "I don't like him," Stone said. "Have you ever even met him?" "No." "What the hell is the matter with you lately?" "He's got shifty eyes." "He's with the DA, isn't he?" Worst Fears Realized . Copyright © by Stuart Woods . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Worst Fears Realized by Stuart Woods All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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