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Beach Road
Beach Road

Fiction/General
Hardcover
ISBN: 0316167118
$29.95/U.S.
$39.95/CAN
394 pages
6 x 9 1/4
Little, Brown

Paperback (mass market)
ISBN: 0446619140
$9.99/U.S.
$12.99/CAN
400 pages
4-1/8 x 7-1/2
Grand Central Publishing

Welcome to Beach Road
Tom Dunleavy has a one-man law firm in legendary East Hampton. But his job barely keeps him in paper clips. His principal clients make a living serving the rich. The billionaires and megacelebrities swarming the beaches already have lawyers on their payroll.

EXPENSIVE
Then a friend of Tom's is arrested for a triple murder near a movie star's mansion. Tom knows in his gut that Dante Halleyville is innocent. Dante asks him to represent him in what could be the Trial of the Century.

EXCLUSIVE
Tom recruits Manhattan superlawyer Kate Costello to help. She's a tough hire, because Kate is his ex-girlfriend-but she agrees. In their search to find who really executed three locals, Tom orchestrates a series of revelations to expose the killer-and what emerges is staggering.

EXPLOSIVE
The final scenes of Beach Road unveil a truth that will leave readers gasping in shock. Written with the precision that has made James Patterson America's #1 suspense writer, Beach Road is his most thrilling novel ever.

Beach Road

Fiction/General
Hardcover
ISBN: 0316167118
$29.95/U.S.
$39.95/CAN
394 pages
6 x 9 1/4
Little, Brown

Paperback (mass market)
ISBN: 0446619140
$9.99/U.S.
$12.99/CAN
400 pages
4-1/8 x 7-1/2
Grand Central Publishing

Chapter 5

Tom

ME, JEFF, FEIF, Walco, and Rochie are stretching and shooting around one basket when a maroon SUV rumbles up the driveway. Like a lot of cars here, it looks as if it just rolled off a showroom floor, and its arrival is announced well in advance by 500 watts of teeth-chattering hip-hop.

When the big Caddy lurches to a stop, three doors swing open and four black teens jump out, each sporting brand-new kicks and sweats.

Then, after a dramatic beat or two, the man-child himself, Dante Halleyville, slides out from the front passenger side. It’s hard not to gawk at the kid.

Halleyville is the real deal, without a doubt the best high school player in the country, and at six foot nine with ripped arms and chest tapering to a tiny waist and long, lean legs, he’s built like a basketball god. Dante is already being called the next Michael Jordan. Had he declared himself eligible for this year’s NBA draft, he would have been a top-three pick, no question, but he promised his grandmother at least one year of college.

The reason I know all this is that Dante grew up nine miles down the road, in Bridgehampton, and there’s a story about him every other day in the local paper, not to mention a weekly column he writes with the sports editor called Dante’s Diary. According to the stories, which suggest that Dante is actually a pretty sharp kid, he’s leaning toward Louisville—so rumor has it that’s the academic institution that leased him the car.

“You fellas want to have a run?” I ask.

“Hell, yeah,” says Dante, offering a charismatic smile that the Nike people are just going to love. “We’ll make it quick and painless for you.”

He slaps my head and bumps my chest, and thirty seconds later the crash of collapsing waves and squawking gulls mix with the squeak of sneakers and the sweet pock of a bouncing ball.

You might think the older white guys are about to get embarrassed, but we’ve got some talent too. My big brother, Jeff, is pushing fifty, but at six five, 270 he’s still pretty much unmovable under the boards, and Walco, Roche, and Feif, all in their early twenties, are good, scrappy athletes who can run forever.

As for me, I’m not as much of a ringer as Dante, and I’m pushing thirty-five—but I can still play a little.

Unless you’re a basketball junkie you haven’t heard of me, but I was second-team All-America at St. John’s and in ’95 the Minnesota Timberwolves made me the twenty-third pick in the first round of the NBA draft. My pro career was a wash. I blew out my knee before the end of my rookie season, but I’d be lying if I told you I couldn’t still hold my own on any playground, whether it’s a cratered cement court in the projects or this million-dollar beauty looking straight out at the big blue sea.

Copyright © 2006 by James Patterson

Beach Road

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ISBN: 1594832250
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$54.00/CAN
6 CDs / 7 Hrs.
Hachette Audio

Audiobook (unabridged cassette)
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4 Cass./ 7 Hrs.

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Beach Road

Fiction/General
Hardcover
ISBN: 0316167118
$29.95/U.S.
$39.95/CAN
394 pages
6 x 9 1/4
Little, Brown

Paperback (mass market)
ISBN: 0446619140
$9.99/U.S.
$12.99/CAN
400 pages
4-1/8 x 7-1/2
Grand Central Publishing

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