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Dark Harbor (Stone Barrington Novels) [Englisch] [Gebundene Ausgabe]

Stuart Woods

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11. April 2006 Stone Barrington Novels (Buch 12)
Stuart Woods's newest bestseller, Dark Harbor, brings us the perfect mix of sexy intrigue and swift suspense that have earned him legions of fans over the years. In this latest thriller, Stone enters the picturesque town Dark Harbor off the coast of Maine, where the shocking deaths of three people have cast a long shadow over this island haven-a locale as mysterious as it is exclusive.

Stone Barrington hasn't heard from his cousin, Dick Stone, in years-though he has fond memories of a teenage summer spent at his house in Maine. Then, Lance Cabot of the CIA interrupts an otherwise pleasant meal at Elaine's with news of Dick's death-apparently by his own hands. It seems that Dick Stone, a quiet family man who doubled as a CIA agent, methodically executed his wife, daughter, and then himself-or did he? What would cause a loving father and husband to murder his family as they slept? Before his death, Dick had appointed Stone executor of his will, giving him full control of the disposition of a sizable family estate. Was Dick preparing for his suicide, or forewarning Stone of his murder?

With the help of his ex-partner, Dino, and his friend Holly Barker, Stone must settle the estate and piece together the elusive facts of his cousin's life and death as a CIA operative. At every step Stone knows he is being watched by Dick's family-and one of them just may be a killer.

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Stuart Woods is the author of fifty novels, including the New York Times���������bestselling Stone Barrington and Holly Barker series. He is a native of Georgia and began his writing career in the advertising industry. Chiefs, his debut in 1981, won the Edgar Award. An avid sailor and pilot, Woods lives in New York City, Florida, and Maine.

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1

ELAINE’S, LATE.

Stone Barrington had already had a drink and had almost given up on Dino Bacchetti. It was unlike his former NYPD partner, now the lieutenant in charge of the detective squad at the 19th Precinct, to be late for eating or drinking. Stone was signaling a waiter for another drink and a menu when Dino trudged in.

“Why are you trudging?” Stone asked.

“I’m trudging because I’m depressed,” Dino said, waving at a waiter and making drinking motions.

“And why, pray tell, are you depressed?”

“Mary Ann and I have just split.”

“Yeah, sure,” Stone said. “Just sleep on the sofa tonight, and everything will be fine in the morning.”

“Not this time,” Dino replied, drinking greedily from the glass set before him. “Words were spoken that can’t be taken back.”

“Take it from a lawyer,” Stone said, “the only words spoken that can’t be taken back are ‘Guilty, Your Honor.’”

“Those were pretty much the words,” Dino said.

“And who spoke them?”

“Who the fuck do you think?” Dino asked. “You think she would ever cop to anything?”

“What did you plead guilty to?”

“To the new desk sergeant at the precinct.”

Stone’s eyebrows went up. “Dino, are you switch-hitting these days?”

“A girl desk sergeant.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So the sofa is not an option?”

“Nah. I guess I’m moving in with you.”

Stone blinked loudly.

“Relax. It’s only ’til I can find a place.”

“Stay as long as you like, Dino,” Stone said, patting his arm and hoping to God it wouldn’t be more than a day or two before Mary Ann relented and let him back in the house.

“Thanks, pal, I appreciate it.” Dino nodded toward the door. “Look who’s coming.”

Stone looked toward the door to find Lance Cabot and Holly Barker approaching.

“May we join you?” Lance asked.

“Sure.” Stone waved them to chairs. Lance was in charge of some sort of New York CIA unit that Stone didn’t really understand, and Holly had left her job as a chief of police in a small Florida town to work for him. Both Stone and Dino were contract “consultants,” and Stone didn’t really understand that, either, except that Lance sometimes asked him to do legal stuff. Stone and Holly were, occasionally, an item.

Lance ordered drinks.

“Why do I perceive that this isn’t a social visit?” Stone asked.

“Because your perceptions are very keen,” Lance replied.

“What’s up?”

“Tell me everything you know about Richard Stone.”

Stone blinked. It was the second time that day that Dick Stone’s name had come up. “He’s my first cousin,” Stone replied.

“I said everything you know,” Lance pointed out.

“Okay, he’s the son of my mother’s older brother, now deceased; he grew up in Boston, went to Harvard and Harvard Law. I think he’s something at the State Department.”

“How long since you’ve seen him?”

Stone thought about it. “We had dinner eight, nine years ago, when I was still a cop. Last time before that was a little more than twenty years ago.”

“Did you know him as a boy?”

“Okay, let me tell you about it. The summer after I graduated from high school my parents sat me down and told me I was going to spend the summer in Maine with some relatives of hers. This came as a surprise, because my mother’s relatives had stopped speaking to her years before I was born, because she had married my father, who had been disowned by his family, because he was a Communist. He didn’t seem too happy about my spending the summer with a bunch of Stones.”

MALON BARRINGTON WAS, indeed, unhappy. “Why would you want your son to spend ten minutes with those plutocratic sons of bitches, let alone a whole summer?” he asked his wife.

“Because Richard was my brother, and Caleb and Dick Jr. are Stone’s cousins, and he ought to take advantage of the opportunity to get to know them,” Matilda Stone replied. “They have that very nice place on Islesboro, in Penobscot Bay, and it’s a wonderful place to spend a summer.”

“Stone was going to work for me in the shop,” Malon said. Malon was a maker of fine furniture and cabinets.

“You’re going to have to hire somebody when Stone goes to NYU in the fall anyway,” Matilda said, “so it might as well be now as then.”

Malon made a disgruntled noise.

Matilda got down an atlas and found Maine. “Here,” she said, tapping her finger on a large body of water. “This is Penobscot Bay, the largest bay in Maine, and this long, skinny island is Islesboro. The Stones live here, in the village of Dark Harbor. I spent a couple of summers there in their big, drafty old house, which isn’t insulated. It’s one of those rambling summer ‘cottages’ that’s unusable before June or after Labor Day.”

“Sounds swell,” Stone said dryly.

“AND THAT WAS IT,” Stone said to Lance. “I took a train to Bangor, where I was met by a retainer in a 1938 Ford station wagon. We drove to Lincolnville, then took a twenty-minute ferry ride to Islesboro.”

“Dick had a brother named Caleb?”

“Yes. He was two years older than Dick, who was my age, and Caleb was a pain in the ass; he was a bully and a general all-round shit. Dick was a nice guy: smart, good in school, good athlete. All Caleb ever did in school was wrestle, and he liked nothing better than to grab Dick or me and get us in some sort of stranglehold. This went on until the day I kicked him in the balls and broke his nose with an uppercut. His mother almost sent me back to New York. When I left after Labor Day, she made it pretty clear that I wouldn’t be invited back, and I wasn’t.”

“What did you do that summer?” Lance asked.

“We sailed and played golf and tennis. The Stones lived near the yacht club, and there was a nine-hole golf course and a tennis club. We didn’t lack for activity.”

“Did you and Dick keep in touch?”

“We exchanged a few letters over the next year or two, but that petered out. I didn’t hear from him again until he turned up in New York and called me at the precinct and invited me to dinner. We went to the Harvard Club, I remember, and I was impressed.”

“What did you talk about that evening?”

“About our work: He was stationed in Rome, as I recall—he was the agricultural attaché, or something—and I was working homicides with Dino. I remember he asked me if I was interested in government service, and I said I was already in government service. I asked him what he had in mind, but he was vague. I didn’t hear from him again until this morning.”

Lance nearly choked on his drink. “This morning?”

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1.0 von 5 Sternen Not one of Stuart Woods best work 5. November 2006
Von Travelin Gal - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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I usually enjoy his books, even though they are formulaic, but this one was so thin in plot it was sad. It was obvious from the get go who the bad guys were. Of course there was the usual requisite sex scenes, even these were thin. The dialogues were stilted. There was no character building if per chance you hadn't read his other books. I agree with the reviewer who said this must have been a churn book. I don't usually write reviews, but felt compelled to comment on this book
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2.0 von 5 Sternen Drivel 26. Oktober 2006
Von Gary Turner - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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As a huge fan of "Chiefs", Stuart Woods first novel, I decided to give Dark Harbor a try. What I found was a predictable plot, gratuitous sex, and all the marks of a "spit out thinly plotted books" machine. Stone Barrington is informed that his distant cousin has allegedly ended his family's life and left Stone as the executor of his will. When it is discovered that the cousin worked for the C.I.A., Stone and company begin to investigate his death to determine if it had anything to do with his clandestine work. As they investigate and the suspects materialize, the plot grows more and more predictable. Run from this one!
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1.0 von 5 Sternen Was the editor asleep? SPOILERS 29. November 2008
Von Snapperblue - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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Outstanding in its way: a festival of plot holes, unexplained digressions, inexplicable rushing this way and that. A tiny selection:

1. Most incredibly dumb lapse of memory
Say you flew to Maine to find a missing person, bringing her dog, a trained search dog, with you. Wouldn't you put that dog on her trail immediately on arriving at the house where she was last seen? Not the dopes in this book: though at least four of them know the dog is a trained tracker, at least a day passes before someone cries, "Hey! We could use the dog to track her missing owner!"

2. Least used high-tech information
Say you got access to special imagery from the CIA that would help you find this missing person. As soon as the information came in, wouldn't you hunker down over it? It is plain to the reader that, given the size and population of the island that someone familiar with the area could find the missing person in under 30 minutes. Instead, the characters drift off to pursue other, unsubstantiated leads. When someone else finally looks at the image, they notice something else rather than the nearby anomaly that indicates the missing person. They do notice this after the missing person is safe.

3. Would you renew this pilot's license?
In a hurry, he not only skips the preflight check, he knowingly overloads his plane. (Aside: with 6 people in a 6-passenger plane, with no luggage, and partially full fuel tanks, it is hard to know why the plane can't handle this load, but we'll take the pilot's word that this plane will barely able to make it into the air.) Wouldn't you say, "You and you- STAY HERE!" No, he labors into the air, almost hitting a house and sailboat masts.

To stop the bad guys from escaping, he lands on a runway directly towards their plane which is taking off, stopping 3 feet from their propeller. Remember, he has 5 passengers with him, none of whom has any need to be there.

4. Worst parody of the dumb local cop
What has Woods been up to on Nantucket? This can only be his revenge against a cop who caught him doing something naughty.

5. Grotesque sex scenes and relationship philosophies
Ouch!! So bad!!!
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1.0 von 5 Sternen Pathetic 26. Oktober 2006
Von Robin - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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I bought this book while rushing through an airport terminal needing something to read on the plane. Not one of my better decisions. Very wordy, and the dialogue is so clipped and stilted it's totally absurd -- reminds me of the way the cops talked in "Dragnet." We are talking zero development of characters. Perhaps Mr. Woods feels he doesn't need to give any depth to characters that he's been writing about in previous books. Well, he's wrong. You basically just don't care about these people. They aren't real, and they talk weird. Not much action either, unless you count actions like: they got in the car; they got in the boat; they got in the plane. You get the picture. This is another case of a well-known author throwing something together so he can get it on the newsstand and rob you of your money. Don't fall into his trap like I did. There are a lot better books out there.
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2.0 von 5 Sternen Don't Bother with this one 11. November 2006
Von CiCi - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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Life is too short to be spent reading drivel. Stuart Woods was really off the mark with this book. You shouldn't rest on your laurels Mr. Woods, your audience deserves better. I've enjoyed your past books very much, but this one left a lot to be desired. I was very put off by Stone Barrington's bed-hopping activities in this story. With Arrington (mother of his son) one night, then with Holly the next, I don't recall him being quite that indescriminate in other books. The plot was relly silly and contrived, it must have been that the publisher was pressing for a story, never mind quality. Don't waste your money on this one.
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