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The last thing he remembered was leaving Conrad’s, an Alphabet City bar that didn’t care about fake IDs. After a monstrously long chem. Lab, he’d been trying to chat up Heli, a stunning Finnish girl from his class. But after his fifth mojito, his tongue was losing speed. He’d called it a night when he noticed she was talking more to the male model of a bartender than to him.
His memory seemed to stop at the point when he stepped outside. How he got from there to here he couldn’t recall.
For the billionth time, he tried to come up with a scenario in which everything turned out all right. His favorite was that it was a fraternity thing. A bunch of jocks had mistaken him for some other freshman, and this was a really messed-up hazing incident.
He started weeping. Where were his clothes? Why would somebody take his jeans, his socks and shoes? The scenarios in his head were too black to allow light to enter. He couldn’t fool himself. He was in the deepest shit of his young life.
He banged his head on the pipe he was chained to as he heard a sound. It was the distant boom of a door. He felt his heart boom with it. His breath didn’t seem to know if it wanted to come in or go out.
He was pretty much convulsing when he made out a jangle interspersed with the steady approach of footsteps. He suddenly thought of the handyman at his parents’ building, the merry jingle of keys that bounced off his thigh. Skinny Mr. Durkin, who always had a tool in his hand. Hope gave him courage. It was a friend, he decided. Somebody who would save him.
“Hppp!” Jacob screamed from behind the gag.
The footsteps stopped. A lock clacked open, and cool air passed over the skin of his face. The gag was pulled off.
“Thank you! Oh, thank you! I don’t know what happened. I Г
Jacob’s breath blasted out of him as he was hit in the stomach with something tremendously hard. It was a steel-toed boot, and it seemed to knock his stomach clear through his spine.
Oh, God, Jacob thought, his head scraping the stone floor as he dry-heaved in filth. Dear God, please help me.
From the book, WORSE CASE by James Patterson. Copyright © 2010 by James Patterson
In Worst Case, thrill master James Patterson brings back Detective Michael Bennett, a widowed father of 10 who believes there’s a special place in hell reserved for criminals who hurt children. So when the son of a mega-rich businessman is abducted, the NYPD brass pauses mid-meltdown to toss the hot-button case to their hard-charging super sleuth. Mike is steamed, though, to learn the boy’s highly connected father has demanded and gotten FBI assistance—even if Agent Emily Parker, an Abduction Specialist, is easy on the eyes. But despite their combined expertise, neither Mike nor Emily is prepared for a kidnapper who takes a rich kid and doesn’t make a demand for money.
They find the boy’s body in a warehouse, certain his murder is meant to be a message—and it’s followed by one more, another child of privilege who turns up dead and can’t tell how the killer battered him with questions he failed to answer satisfactorily, thus sealing his fate. Even Mike and Emily, who’ve seen it all, can’t figure out what game this guy is playing, until the psychopath changes his routine and sets in motion a worst-case scenario beyond their darkest imaginings.
Hardcover: 368 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group USA ( February 01, 2010 )
Item #: 03-2519
ISBN: 9780316036221
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.88 inches
Product Weight: 14.0 ounces

As usual, Patterson does not disappoint his readers. I keep thinking that he can't get any better,but this white-knukle, page turner has proven me wrong. I have recommended this book to all of my friends who read and most of them have thanked me for sending such a fine source of entertaiment their way. I particularly enjoyed the phone conversations between the detective and the criminal. Anyone who selects this book won't be disappointed.
Reviewer: Ms.t C
Reviewer: Ang
I had stopped buying books with his name on them along with someone else. Most were so bad, it was a waste of money. However, I took a chance on this one and it was pretty good. Certainly not his best, but a good book none the less. This appeared to have more "Patterson" in it with the quick action, short chapters, humor and family involvement. The issue with the FBI agent and the nanny was left hanging, but perhaps that is for another book.
Reviewer: Nancy
I love Mike Bennett and his family. This was a great book!! Hope Patterson writes another on on this series real soon.
Reviewer: chris
That review was meant for Private, I love the Bennett series and the family!
Reviewer: efconger