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Pirate

Clive Cussler and Robin Burcell


ISBN: 9780735288362
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ISBN: 9780735288362

Publisher Description

Unstoppable husband and wife team Sam and Remi Fargo face off against an obsessive millionaire hunting for a lost treasure in this adventure in the #1 New York Times -bestselling series When husband and wife treasure hunters Sam and Remi Fargo try something new, a relaxing vacation, a detour to visit a rare bookstore leads to the discovery of a dead body. All signs point to a book in the store that may contain a secret map, an actual, ink-on-paper guide to a historic fortune. The Fargos take up the challenge and find themselves flying from California to Arizona, from Jamaica to England. Racing against a vicious corporate raider with an unhealthy obsession for this particular treasure, Sam and Remi are slowed by a new betrayal at every turn. It can only mean one thing: someone on their team cannot be trusted. Buzzing with the chemistry and wit of Sam and Remi Fargo, Pirate reinvents the classic treasure hunt as only a Clive Cussler adventure can.

Author Biography

Clive Cussler is acclaimed worldwide as the Grandmaster of Adventure. He got his start in advertising, first as an award-winning copy writer, and then as creative director for two of the nation's largest agencies. His initial foray into fiction was in 1973, when he wrote his first Dirk Pitt? novel.

Since then he has continued to write Dirk Pitt? adventures while living a life that nearly parallels that of his action hero. Like Pitt, Cussler enjoys discovering and collecting things of historical significance. With NUMA (National Underwater & Marine Agency, a non profit group begun by Cussler)

Review Quote

Praise for PIRATE and the Fargo Series "The best book to date featuring the married treasure hunters. Readers will be thrilled to discover that Pirate delivers the action and thrills....The main characters have never been so engaging and fun."--Associated Press "This adventure series stands as one of the crown jewels in the Cussler empire."-- Publishers Weekly "Sam and Remi are fearless, honest, curious, and resourceful in all situations. Fasten your seat belt for this wonderful read!"-- Library Journal "Scenes, settings, and action are graphic-novel worthy, from sweat-stained jungle treks to bad-guy confrontations, all laced with historical factoids and a soupcon of fantasy for across-the-board appeal. Cussler and Company continue the winning formula, and this jungle episode will satisfy the cravings of every fan."-- Kirkus Reviews

Excerpt from Book

One San Francisco, California Present day Sam and Remi Fargo weaved their way around the tourists crowding the sidewalk. Once they were through the green pagoda-style gateway of Chinatown, the throng much thinner, Remi checked the map on her cell phone. "I have a feeling we took a wrong turn somewhere." "To that restaurant," Sam replied, removing his revered panama hat. "A tourist trap, if I ever saw one." She glanced at her husband, watching as he ran his fingers through his sun-streaked brown hair. He stood over a head taller than Remi, with broad shoulders and an athletic build. "I didn''t hear you complaining when they brought out the moo shu pork." "Where did we go wrong?" "Ordering the Mongolian beef. Definitely a mistake." "On the map, Remi." She zoomed in, reading the streets. "Perhaps the shortcut through Chinatown wasn''t so short." "Maybe if you''d at least tell me where we''re going, I could help?" "It''s the only part of this trip," Remi said, "that''s my surprise for you. You haven''t even shared what you have planned." "For a reason." Sam put on his hat, and Remi linked her arm through his while they walked. He''d arranged this trip because their last adventure to the Solomon Islands had not been the hoped-for quiet vacation they''d planned. "I promise you nothing but rest, relaxation, and a week of no one trying to kill us." "A whole week of downtime," she said, sidling closer to him as a cloud drifted over the sun, taking with it all the warmth of the early-September afternoon. "Have we had anything like that in a while?" "Not that I can remember." "There it is," she said, spying the bookstore. The flaking gold-leafed lettering in the window read Pickering''s Used & Rare Books. "Just to show how very much I appreciate you traipsing all this way with me, I won''t make you come in." Remi was be-ing facetious. Sam''s late father, a NASA engineer, had collected rare books, and Sam, also an engineer, had inherited that same passion. He eyed the bookstore, then his wife. "What sort of husband would I be if something happened to you in there?" "Dangerous things, books." "Look what they did to your brain." The pair crossed the street to the bookstore. A Siamese cat, resting on a stack of volumes in the window, looked up in disdain when a bell tinkled as Sam opened the door for Remi. The place smelled of musk and old paper, and Remi scanned the shelves, at first seeing nothing but used hardcovers and current paperbacks. She hid her disappointment from Sam, hoping they hadn''t made the trip for nothing. A gray-haired man, wearing gold spectacles, wandered in from the back, wiping his hands on a dusty cloth. He saw them and smiled. "May I help you find something?" Sam''s phone rang. He took it from his pocket, telling Remi, "I''ll take it outside." "Perfect, since this was meant to be a surprise." He stepped out, and Remi waited until the door closed firmly behind him before turning to the proprietor. "Mr. Pickering?" He nodded. "I was told you had a copy of The History of Pyrates and Privateers." His smile faltered for the barest of instances. "Of course. Right over here." Pickering led her to a shelf where several identical volumes of Pyrates and Privateers sat. And while they were clearly reproductions, their faux gold-tooled leather binding gave them the appearance of something that might be found in a library centuries before. He slid a copy from the shelf, used his cloth to wipe the dust from the top of it, then handed it to her. "How did you know we carried this particular volume?" She decided to keep it vague--not wanting there to be any hurt feelings now that she knew the book was merely a reproduction. "A woman I work with knew of my husband''s interest in lost artifacts and rare books." She opened the cover, admiring the detail that gave it an antiqued appearance. "It''s a beautiful copy . . . Just not what I was hoping for." He pushed his spectacles up onto the bridge of his nose. "It''s popular with interior designers. Less emphasis on lost artifacts and more on decorating a coffee table. I do, on occasion, run across old volumes of historical significance. Perhaps your friend meant the Charles Johnson volumes on A General History of Pyrates? That, I do have." "As do we. I was hoping for Pyrates and Privateers to round out our collection. My friend, no doubt, confused the two titles." "Who did you say referred you here?" "Bree Marshall." "Oh. Well, that''s--" A whoosh of air and the tinkling of the bell seemed to startle him, and he and Remi turned toward the door at the same time. Remi, expecting Sam, saw a much shorter, broad-shouldered man silhouetted against the light from the shop''s window. The bookseller eyed the man, then smiled at Remi. "Let me get the dust off of it and wrap it for you." And before she could object, tell him she really had no interest in buying a reproduction, he swept the book from her hands. "I''ll be right back." Her friend Bree had clearly misunderstood which book her uncle had in his shop. No matter. It was a beautiful copy and would look nice in Sam''s office. He''d certainly appreciate the sentiment, she decided as she turned to browse the shelves while waiting, spying a copy of Galeazzi''s eighteenth-century music treatise. It appeared to be a first edition, and she couldn''t imagine why it was sitting in a simple locked glass case at the front counter. "Do you work here?" the man asked. She turned, caught a glimpse of dark hair, brown eyes, and a square-set jaw, as he moved from the backlighting of the window. "I''m sorry. No. He''s in the back. Wrapping a gift for me." He nodded, then walked past the aisle out of sight. When Mr. Pickering emerged from the back room, he walked around the counter to the register. The man stood off to one side, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black leather coat. His presence bothered Remi, though for no reason she could determine except perhaps the way he seemed to be watching their every move--and that he never took his hands from his pockets. She didn''t like it when she couldn''t see someone''s hands. Mr. Pickering slid her brown paper parcel onto the counter, his gnarled fingers shaking slightly. Nerves or age? she wondered. "Thank you," she said. "How much do I owe you?" "Oh. Right. Forty-nine ninety-five. Plus tax. No charge for the gift wrapping." Not quite the wrapping she would have chosen. Aloud, she said, "On the good-news front, it''s definitely less than I''d anticipated." "Printed in China," he said, offering her a nervous smile. She paid him, then tucked the parcel beneath her arm. The Siamese, on its windowed perch by the door, peered over at her, its tail twitching. Remi reached down and petted it, the cat purring, as she stole a glance at the stranger, who hadn''t moved. He pulled a gun from his coat pocket and pointed it at them. "Lady, you should''ve left when you had a chance. Keep your hands where I can see them." Two Sam finished his phone call with the hotel manager, who confirmed that the champagne on ice and gift for Remi had been delivered to their suite as ordered. Sam checked his watch, then glanced over at the bookstore, wondering what was taking Remi so long. Knowing her, she was probably having a lively discussion on some obscure topic with the bookseller and that customer who''d walked in shortly after. She''d been excited about the prospect of searching for this mystery book--something she was certain he''d want to add to his collection. But, -really, how long could it take to find the thing and pay for it? Time to urge Remi to shop a little faster or that champagne was bound to be room temperature by the time they made it back. He peered into the window, seeing no one, not even the cat who''d been perched on the books by the door. What he did see was Remi''s purse sitting atop a wrapped parcel on the counter. Not like her to leave her purse, he thought, and opened the door, the bells jingling as he stepped in. "Remi?" The shop appeared empty. "Remi?" He eyed her unattended purse, then walked through the store, looking down each aisle, finally finding her standing in the doorway of what appeared to be an office or storage area at the back of the shop. "There you are." "You''re supposed to wait outside. Remember?" "Everything okay?" "I found that cookbook I''ve been searching for. The owner''s wrapping it up for me. Now, leave or you''ll ruin your surprise." He stared for a second or two, unable to read anything on her face, her green eyes about as expressive as a poker player''s. "I''ll wait outside," he said. "Don''t be long." She smiled sweetly at him, never moving from the doorway. "I won''t." He retraced his steps. The door bells jangled overhead as he opened, then shut, the door, remaining inside the store. While Remi wasn''t exactly a stranger in the kitchen, she often joked that cook was a noun, not a verb. Come to think of it, he couldn''t recall her ever buying a cookbook, much less searching for one. Definitely not while they were married. She was in trouble. Nice time to be without a gun. Typically, he carried a Smith & Wesson

Product Details

Author
Clive Cussler, Robin Burcell
Short Title
PIRATE 10D
Playing time
720
Publisher
Penguin Audiobooks
Language
English
ISBN-10
0735288364
ISBN-13
9780735288362
Media
Audio Product
Format
Compact Disc
Residence
Denver, CO, US
Series
A Sam and Remi Fargo Adventure
Year
2016
Publication Date
2016-09-13
Series Number
8
Audience
General/Trade