The conclusion to the groundbreaking Level 26 trilogy, a series of edgy, unconventional thrillers about an FBI operative tasked with the ultimate search-and-destroy mission: to take down the world's most dangerous serial killers.
Anthony E. Zuiker's Level 26 novels have blazed a highly successful interactive trail, with a groundbreaking cross-platform combination of novel, Web site, and hi-def video: There are more than 100,000 registered users on Level26.com, all of them eager to see what happens next. And for the finale to his trilogy, Zuiker has outdone himself.
In Dark Revelations, Steve Dark faces the most intricate, intense, and explosive case of his career. The killer calls himself Labyrinth, and the riddles, puzzles, and wordplay with which he announces his new targets have caused a worldwide media sensation. The case has already claimed a number of highprofile individuals as victims-not to mention several government agencies, which have tried and failed to stop a growing global panic. But what point is Labyrinth trying to make? Who will be his next victim? It's up to Dark to assemble a team from among the smoking rubble of the international crimesolving community, find Labyrinth wherever he may be, and put a stop to the mayhem, once and for all.
Can Steve Dark solve the biggest riddle of them all? Only time will tell.
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December 29, 2011
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Excerpt from Dark Revelations by Anthony E. Zuiker
The homeless man sways back and forth, back and forth, on the street corner just across from the big gleaming white phallus of Los Angeles City Hall.
He's either preparing to cross the street or keel over and die.
But he won't die.
Not yet, anyway.
After a few moments he wipes his brow, hoists the box under his arm, then ambles across the street.
Watch him walk through the neatly designed plaza, enter the front doors of the gleaming new Police Administration Building, and
make his way right up to the smooth polished wood partition of the security checkpoint.
The homeless man stands there and waits for a guard to see him, just as instructed.
The security detail is used to men (sometimes women) showing up in this condition, looking for handouts or a smoke or a bathroom, but this homeless man merely smiles, revealing rotted, pulpy gums and meth-ravaged teeth, holding up the box like a moron, wordlessly gesturing for the guard to take it.
Just like I told him to.
The expression on the guard's face practically screams:
The new administration building has state-of-the-art antiterrorism gear--you don't go dropping $437 million on a new police facility without dedicating a fat chunk of that money to security, not in this post-9/11 world where government buildings, and public servants, are prime targets.
Through the plate-glass windows I watch as the homeless man and his box are forcefully and quickly separated.
I sit on the bench and sip a cup of slightly bitter shade-grown coffee.
At long last, it begins.
I can do many things.
Things you couldn't even begin to imagine.
Powers, skills, and abilities beyond the human ken.
However, I cannot see through walls.
Still, I know exactly what is happening inside police HQ right this very second.
By now, the suspected B-O-M-B would have been brought to an outside facility for examination using the latest equipment. X-rays. Chemical tests. Each test costing the residents of Los Angeles a stunning amount of money.
The old protocol used to be simple: Blow it up first, sift the remains later.
But not now, in these heightened times.
If only they would open the box, all would be explained. But I
knew they wouldn't open the box, because they feared a bomb might be inside.
And truth be told, they are right. I did send a bomb.
Only it's not in the box.
Now the homeless man would be brought to an interrogation room with two deputy chiefs of the Counter-Terrorism and Special Operations Bureau.
I checked the rosters and knew exactly who would be in that room with the foul-smelling homeless man.
Men with checkered pasts.
And the homeless man wouldn't say a word. He'd be semi-coherent, at best.
Wouldn't ask for a lawyer, nor respond to direct questioning.
Just like I trained him.
[To enter the Labyrinth, please go to Level26.com and enter the code: boom]