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BLOODLINE

a Repairman Jack novel

© 2007 F. Paul Wilson

Kindle International edition: 2012

Once again,

to Mary

Contents

Acknowledgements

TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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FRIDAY

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SATURDAY

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SUNDAY

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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Acknowledgements

Thanks to the usual crew for their efforts: my wife, Mary; my editor, David Hartwell; Elizabeth Monteleone; Steven Spruill; and my agent, Albert Zuckerman.

TUESDAY

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It was happening again…

In the driver's seat, hands on the steering wheel, gunning the panel truck across Second Avenue toward the blond woman and her little girl…

… gaining speed…

… seeing their shocked, terrified expressions as he floors the gas…

… feeling the impacts as he plows into them…

… watching their limp, broken bodies flying as he races past, never slowing, never hesitating, never even looking back.

Jack awoke with his jaw locked and his fists clenched. He forced himself to relax, to reach out and lay a hand on the reassuring curve of Gia's hip where she slumbered next to him.

The dream again. Easy enough to interpret: He blamed himself for the hit-and-run, so his mind put him behind the wheel. Obvious.

What wasn't obvious was the timing. The dream occurred only under a certain condition: It meant the watcher was back.

Jack slipped from her bed to the window. The blinds were drawn against the glow from the streetlights. He peeked around the edge and…

There he was.

As usual he stood at the corner, facing Gia's townhouse, wearing his customary homburg and overcoat; his right hand rested on the head of a walking stick. His position silhouetted him against the lights of the traffic passing on Sutton Place and caused the brim of h

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Alice
Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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