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Product Description John Sandford and Michele Cook complete their New York Times bestselling thriller series in this explosive finale! Fans of James Dashner, Harlan Coben, and James Patterson will love this nail-biting trilogy. Shay Remby and her band of renegade activists have got the corrupt Singular Corporation on the run. Their exposé is finally working. Or is it? Even as revelations about the human experimental subjects break in the news, Singular’s employees are slithering out of sight. And then the CEO is killed in a plane crash . . . Convenient accident—or sabotage? Shay’s gang begins to see signs that there may be even more powerful figures managing events—mopping up the mess, and moving the operation further out of sight. It will take nothing short of a rampage to stop the Singular menace for good. . . . Praise for the Singular Menace series: “A fabulous mix of outlandish hijinks, techno-noir, and teen cheek—LA style. Not to be missed.” — Booklist “Any reader looking for an action-packed thriller should pick this up.” — Booklist Review Praise for the Singular Menace series: “A fabulous mix of outlandish hijinks, techno-noir, and teen cheek—LA style. Not to be missed.” — Booklist “Any reader looking for an action-packed thriller should pick this up.” — Booklist About the Author JOHN SANDFORD is the author of nearly forty bestselling thriller novels, including the Lucas Davenport Prey series and the Virgil Flowers series. He was a journalist for many years and won a Pulitzer Prize for his work. MICHELE COOK is a former reporter, who specialized in crime and social justice. She and John met when they both worked at the St. Paul Pioneer Press. Michele is also a produced screenwriter. John and Michele live and write in Santa Fe, New Mexico. You can read more about their work at JohnSandford.org. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 The ship was a dark shadow moving up the river, traveling slowly but steadily away from the scene of Fenfang’s murder. Shay’s group was tracking it: her older brother, Odin, a computer hacker who’d precipitated the fight with Singular; Twist, the rich, thirtyish artist who ran a hotel for street kids and runaways and had helped Shay escape a pair of pimps on her second night in Hollywood; Cruz Perez, one of the teens at Twist’s hotel; and Danny Dill, a former hotel resident and now a marijuana grower from California’s north coast. Cade Holt, another teen living at the Twist Hotel, guided them through the night from a hideout in Northern California. Still aching from a beating delivered by Singular security people, he was talking to them through throwaway cell phones as he looked at satellite photos on Google Earth. Twist was driving the Jeep, Odin in the passenger seat beside him, when Shay called in her plan. He had begun to point out all the crazy flaws when Shay hung up. Cursing, Twist filled in Cade, who relayed the news to Cruz, who was following in a Toyota truck, and Danny Dill, trailing him in a Volvo. Cade said, “If it’s an old freighter, it can’t be moving fast. It’s only been gone a few minutes. One or two miles an hour . . . it won’t be to the Antioch Bridge yet.” “What’s the Antioch Bridge?” Twist asked. “It’s a bridge across the channel—they’ll be heading right toward it,” Cade said. “Let me look it up. . . . Ah, Wiki says it’s got a hundred and thirty-five feet of clearance, so they’ll be able to go under it. That looks like the best place for the pickup, if they really pull this off. A road goes right down to the river.” “Get us there,” Twist said. Cade guided them back through town. The tight convoy moved at the speed limit: they couldn’t afford to be stopped by the police. For one thing, the backseat of the Jeep was still wet with Fenfang’s blood. They’d rushed her to the hospital . . . too late. Cade was calm enough, had been since the shooting. “You’ll be coming up to a left turn . . . p
