Shallow Graves

He’s the suspense star behind the new 007 novel . . . A “Best Novel of the Year” award–winner from the International Thriller Writers organization . . . Jeffery Deaver is hotter than ever!
    Read these acclaimed bestsellers from the “master of ticking bomb suspense” ( People )—who also writes as William Jefferies ( Bloody River Blues and the Edgar Award–nominated Shallow Graves )
    A thrilling stand-alone novel
    EDGE
    “[A] nail-biter. . . . Breakneck action [for] fans of Deaver’s fiendishly clever suspensers.”
    — Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
    The ninth novel in his “simply outstanding” ( San Jose Mercury News ) Lincoln Rhyme series
    THE BURNING WIRE
    “Sterling. . . . Not even the brilliant Rhyme can foresee the shocking twists the case will take in this electrically charged thriller.”
    — Publishers Weekly (starred review)
    “Deaver, master of the plot twist, does his usual magic—no matter how hard you try, you can’t figure out what he’s about to spring on you. . . . Another winner from the dependable Deaver.”
    — Booklist
    Two pulse-pounding novels featuring investigative agent Kathryn Dance
    ROADSIDE CROSSES
    Chosen as a Hot Summer Thriller on TheDailyBeast.com!
    “Deaver’s got the world of social networking and blogs down cold. . . . That dose of realism adds a fresh, contemporary edge.”
    —David Montgomery, TheDailyBeast.com
    “The techno-savvy Deaver . . . has one of those puzzle-loving minds you just can’t trust.”
    —Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times
    “Clever and twisted. . . . Don’t miss this one.”
    — Library Journal
    THE SLEEPING DOLL
    “[An] intricately plotted thriller. . . . A dazzling mental contest.”
    —Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times
    “The chase is on, and so are the surprises.”
    — Sacramento Bee
    His award-winning bestseller
    THE BODIES LEFT BEHIND
    Named “Best Novel of the Year” (2009) by the International Thriller Writers organization
    “A tour de force . . . . The suspense never flags. . . . Deaver has no rivals in the realm of sneaky plot twists.”
    — Kirkus Reviews
    “Hurtles along at 100 m.p.h. . . . An edge-of-the-seat read.”
    — Sunday Express (U.K.), 4 stars
    “Deaver is such a good puppet master that he makes us believe whatever he wants us to believe . . . without telling us a single lie. . . . It’s not until we’re well more than halfway through the book that we even begin to suspect that we might have made some dangerous mistakes . . . but by then, it’s way too late, and we are completely at Deaver’s mercy.”
    — Booklist (starred review)
    “He makes the characters live and breathe. . . . Read this and no country walk will ever be the same again.”
    — Daily Express (U.K.)
    “Not just an adrenaline-charged manhunt but a game of deception and multiple double-cross that keeps the reader guessing right up to the final page.”
    — The Times (London)
    More praise for Jeffery Deaver, who “stokes our paranoia” ( Entertainment Weekly ) with his masterworks of suspense
    “Deaver is able to fool even the most experienced readers with his right-angle turns.”
    — Booklist
    “His labyrinthine plots are astonishing.”
    — The New York Times Book Review
    “A thrill ride between covers.”
    — Los Angeles Times
    “Rock-solid suspense.”
    — People
    “The grand master of the ticking-clock thriller.”
    —Kathy Reichs, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Spider Bones

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A man should keep his word.
    —J AMES S TEWART AS R UPERT C ADELL IN A LFRED H ITCHCOCK’S R OPE

Chapter 1
    “ I HEARD THIS scary story about you one time,” Marty said, “and I didn’t know whether it was true or not.”
    Pellam didn’t look over. He was driving the Winnebago Chieftain 43 back into town. They’d just found an old farmhouse a mile up the road and had offered the astonished owner thirteen hundred dollars to shoot two scenes on his front porch, provided he didn’t mind if a combine replaced his rusting orange Nissan in the driveway for a couple of days. For that kind of money, the farmer said, he’d eat the car if that was what they wanted.
    Pellam had told him