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Authors: James Patterson
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then, David heard a distinct
thhhppp
noise outside the open car door. A sickening, crunching sound.
David’s nervous system clicked on as if an unseen hand had thrown a full-power switch.
The next few seconds were impossible to comprehend.
Benjamin Rabinowitz’s hand flew up to clutch his forehead. The old man groaned loudly. He looked at David, utter disbelief and shock stamped onto his face.
“
They shot him!
” David screamed out.
“Oh, my good God!”
A second bullet ripped through the car’s side roof. David threw his arms up to protect his head.
He went crashing down into the narrow space between the front and back seats.
The Lincoln suddenly jolted and screeched away from the curb.
David was still lying across the floor, with the Lincoln’s back door swinging wide-open. David could feel the road bumps coming hard and fast against his cheekbone. The floor, the pile carpeting, was bouncing up and clubbing him repeatedly.
It was all unreal. A terrible nightmare. It had to be.
“They killed Rabinowitz!” David could hear himself yelling. “They shot him! They killed him!”
As the Lincoln swerved and turned, David began to throw up.
So this is how it’s going to be from now on.
CHAPTER 24
Stranger events transpired during the week of the funeral of Benjamin Rabinowitz. Much stranger events.
It began on Fifth Avenue in New York.
Frizzy Wyatt Earp mustache drooping, six-gun banging off his meaty hip, a twenty-five-year-old New York City patrolman, Michael Rosenberg, finally had to stop and sit
and vomit
.
Rosenberg plopped down on the dusty curb at Fifth Avenue and Forty-Eighth Street.
In front of a Pan Am ticket office.
Across from Scribner’s Bookstore.
He took his visored cap off, hung his head between dark blue trouser legs, and out it came: a viscous orange-yellow river running down over the gutter litter.
Rosenberg then unbuttoned his police tunic down to the third gold button. Perspiration was pouring down onto his V-neck T-shirt. It dripped from his thick mustache.
The young New York policeman simply
could not believe
what he was witnessing on Fifth Avenue.
The morning before, a gawky zombie in a Fleet messenger service hat and “Let It Bleed” T-shirt had arrived bright and early at 1330 Avenue of the Americas, the executive offices of ABC-TV.
He had hand-delivered a reel of film in a flat silver can. Taped to the can was a paid invoice and a two-page cover letter addressed to the executive board of the TV network.
Less than fifteen minutes later, four New York City policemen descended on Fleet headquarters on the lower level of Grand Central Station. The letter and film delivered by one of their messengers contained the first substantial news from the Storm Troop since the Strauss family murders thirty-three days earlier in Westchester.
“Unless the accompanying educational filmstrip is shown on all network news programs tonight,” the cover letter instructed, “one of the Jewish families listed on page two will be extracted within twenty-four hours. There will be no deadline extensions. None.”
Listed first among the names on page two was an obvious choice: the powerful Jewish family that owned a controlling interest in ABC.
Mr. & Mrs. Charles Samuelson, United Nations Plaza; children: Robert, Louis, Rachel; grandchildren: thirteen
. Listed #2, 3, and 4 were the Jewish stars of ABC’s top-rated TV shows.
At 7:00 P.M ., New York time, the anchorman for ABC
Evening News
came on the air looking particularly pale and tense.
The newsman recited a short preface to the special film ABC News was about to present, citing the extraordinary circumstances behind the film’s showing, apologizing for the film’s content beforehand.
The eleven-minute clip was then shown without interruption.
The first five minutes of the film consisted of old black-and-white news and Nazi propaganda footage.
The 1940s-style film presented the usual straight-arming, jackbooted marching scenes
thhhppp
noise outside the open car door. A sickening, crunching sound.
David’s nervous system clicked on as if an unseen hand had thrown a full-power switch.
The next few seconds were impossible to comprehend.
Benjamin Rabinowitz’s hand flew up to clutch his forehead. The old man groaned loudly. He looked at David, utter disbelief and shock stamped onto his face.
“
They shot him!
” David screamed out.
“Oh, my good God!”
A second bullet ripped through the car’s side roof. David threw his arms up to protect his head.
He went crashing down into the narrow space between the front and back seats.
The Lincoln suddenly jolted and screeched away from the curb.
David was still lying across the floor, with the Lincoln’s back door swinging wide-open. David could feel the road bumps coming hard and fast against his cheekbone. The floor, the pile carpeting, was bouncing up and clubbing him repeatedly.
It was all unreal. A terrible nightmare. It had to be.
“They killed Rabinowitz!” David could hear himself yelling. “They shot him! They killed him!”
As the Lincoln swerved and turned, David began to throw up.
So this is how it’s going to be from now on.
CHAPTER 24
Stranger events transpired during the week of the funeral of Benjamin Rabinowitz. Much stranger events.
It began on Fifth Avenue in New York.
Frizzy Wyatt Earp mustache drooping, six-gun banging off his meaty hip, a twenty-five-year-old New York City patrolman, Michael Rosenberg, finally had to stop and sit
and vomit
.
Rosenberg plopped down on the dusty curb at Fifth Avenue and Forty-Eighth Street.
In front of a Pan Am ticket office.
Across from Scribner’s Bookstore.
He took his visored cap off, hung his head between dark blue trouser legs, and out it came: a viscous orange-yellow river running down over the gutter litter.
Rosenberg then unbuttoned his police tunic down to the third gold button. Perspiration was pouring down onto his V-neck T-shirt. It dripped from his thick mustache.
The young New York policeman simply
could not believe
what he was witnessing on Fifth Avenue.
The morning before, a gawky zombie in a Fleet messenger service hat and “Let It Bleed” T-shirt had arrived bright and early at 1330 Avenue of the Americas, the executive offices of ABC-TV.
He had hand-delivered a reel of film in a flat silver can. Taped to the can was a paid invoice and a two-page cover letter addressed to the executive board of the TV network.
Less than fifteen minutes later, four New York City policemen descended on Fleet headquarters on the lower level of Grand Central Station. The letter and film delivered by one of their messengers contained the first substantial news from the Storm Troop since the Strauss family murders thirty-three days earlier in Westchester.
“Unless the accompanying educational filmstrip is shown on all network news programs tonight,” the cover letter instructed, “one of the Jewish families listed on page two will be extracted within twenty-four hours. There will be no deadline extensions. None.”
Listed first among the names on page two was an obvious choice: the powerful Jewish family that owned a controlling interest in ABC.
Mr. & Mrs. Charles Samuelson, United Nations Plaza; children: Robert, Louis, Rachel; grandchildren: thirteen
. Listed #2, 3, and 4 were the Jewish stars of ABC’s top-rated TV shows.
At 7:00 P.M ., New York time, the anchorman for ABC
Evening News
came on the air looking particularly pale and tense.
The newsman recited a short preface to the special film ABC News was about to present, citing the extraordinary circumstances behind the film’s showing, apologizing for the film’s content beforehand.
The eleven-minute clip was then shown without interruption.
The first five minutes of the film consisted of old black-and-white news and Nazi propaganda footage.
The 1940s-style film presented the usual straight-arming, jackbooted marching scenes
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