The acknowledged master of psychological suspense and heart-stopping terror, New York Times bestselling author John Saul now invites you to descend to chilling new depths of darkness--and discover a secret, savage world that exists beneath our very feet. The promising future of New York City college student Jeff Converse has suddenly been shattered by a nightmarish turn of events. Falsely convicted of a brutal crime, Jeff sees his life vanishing before his eyes. But someone has other plans for Jeff, in a far deadlier place than any penitentiary. He finds himself beneath the teeming streets of Manhattan, in a hidden landscape of twisting tunnels and forgotten subterranean chambers. Here, an invisible population of the homeless, the desperate, and the mad has carved out its own shadow society. But they are not alone. The pitch-dark tunnels and abandoned subway stations are haunted by the unmistakable sounds of predators in search of game. Someone has made this forsaken civilization beneath the city a private killing ground . . . and the hunt is on.
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October 29, 2002
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Excerpt from The Manhattan Hunt Club by John Saul
Kill him, cindy allen silently prayed. kill him, and let me know that this is over.
Sensing her tension, Bill reached over and took her hand. ' They ' ll lock him up forever, ' he said softly. ' They ' ll lock him up and you ' ll never have to be afraid again. '
Though she squeezed Bill ' s hand as if his words had comforted her, Cindy knew they weren ' t true. She would be afraid for the rest of her life.
Afraid to walk by herself in the streets ' if she could ever walk again.
Afraid to look at the faces of strangers, fearful of what she would see in their eyes: pity and revulsion and embarrassment.
Afraid even to look at Bill, of seeing shades of those emotions in his eyes.
And all because of the man whose face now filled the screen of the television set at the foot of her bed.
She tried to put aside her anger and her fear for a moment, tried to look dispassionately at the face of Jeff Converse. It was a handsome face ' she had to admit that. Clean-cut, even features.
Not the kind of face you ' d expect to see on a monster. Indeed, nothing about Jeff Converse ' s pleasing appearance hinted at the cruelty that lay within. Not the dark, wavy hair, not the warm brown eyes, not the expression on his face. In the image on the television screen of the man she ' d testified against in court, Jeff Converse looked as frightened as Cindy Allen felt. Except that she knew her fear was real.
His was just another lie, like all the lies he ' d told in court.
' What if the judge believes him ' she whispered, not quite aware that she ' d spoken aloud.
' He won ' t believe him, ' Bill replied. ' The jury didn ' t believe him, and neither will the judge. He ' ll give Converse everything he ' s got coming to him. '
But he won ' t, Cindy thought. He might put Jeff Converse in jail, but he won ' t do to him what he did to me.