Pacific Burn

A Thriller

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About The Book

Japanese antiques dealer and PI Jim Brodie goes up against a killer operating on both sides of the Pacific in Barry Lancet’s Pacific Burn—“a page-turning, globe-spanning tale of murder, suspense, and intrigue that grabs and holds your attention from beginning to end” (Nelson DeMille).

In recognition for his role in solving the Japantown murders in San Francisco, antiques dealer and sometime-PI Jim Brodie has just been brought on as the liaison for the mayor’s new Pacific Rim Friendship Program. Brodie in turn recruits his friend, the renowned Japanese artist Ken Nobuki, and after a promising meeting with city officials and a picture-perfect photo op, Brodie and Nobuki leave City Hall for a waiting limo.

But as soon as they exit the building, a sniper attacks them from the roof of the Asian Art Museum. Brodie soon realizes that, with the suspicious and untimely death of Nobuki’s oldest son a week earlier in Napa Valley, someone may be targeting his friend’s family—and killing them off one by one.

Suspects are nearly too numerous to name—and could be in the United States or anywhere along the Pacific Rim. The quest for answers takes Brodie from his beloved San Francisco to Washington, DC, in a confrontation with the DHS, the CIA, and the FBI; then on to Tokyo, Kyoto, and beyond, in search of what his Japanese sources tell him is a legendary killer in both senses of the word—said to be more rumor than real, but deadlier than anything else they’ve ever encountered if the whispers are true.

In the third book in “what will likely be a long and successful series” (San Francisco Magazine), Barry Lancet delivers his most exciting Jim Brodie novel yet.

Excerpt

Pacific Burn CHAPTER 1
SAN FRANCISCO, 7:05 A.M.

THE phone call came far too early to herald anything good.

“Feel like taking a ride?” Detective Frank Renna asked when I picked up.

“Got to get Jenny ready for school soon and I have a high-end client coming into the shop first thing today. She’s eager to drop big money on an Oribe tea bowl.”

Oribe is a sometimes-brilliant Japanese ceramic–style named after Furuta Oribe, a sixteenth-century tea master and samurai. I sold the distinctive green-and-white pieces and other Japanese antiques out of my shop on Lombard, west of Van Ness.

“Nice to see you making headway on the diplomatic front,” Renna said, “but move it to the back burner and pack your daughter off. This is important. We’re heading out to Napa.”

“Are we now?”

“Yeah. There’s a Japanese kid we need to see. He doesn’t speak English.”

“So put a phone to his ear and I’ll talk to him. No reason we need to drag ourselves out to wine country.”

“Kid’s gone into shock and he’s babbling. He’s driving the local badges up a wall.”

Renna was a lieutenant with the San Francisco Police Department, and a friend. He’d been instrumental in getting me a consulting job with the SFPD as their local Japan expert, which last came into play with an incident in Japantown. But I wasn’t on call and received no retainer. Our arrangement was on a case-by-case basis, clearly a detail that seemed to have slipped Renna’s mind.

“Isn’t there a Japanese speaker closer to Napa?” I asked.

“None in their department and they don’t have anyone on file. That’s why they need you.”

“How do they know the kid’s Japanese?”

“Because that’s what his father was.”

“Was?”

“Yeah. There’s a body, too.”

Ten minutes after Renna’s call, I was waiting outside in the morning fog, ungloved hands snug in the pockets of a down jacket.

I watched brief shafts of faint red light penetrate the fog. Heard the sound of a car engine approaching. Saw, finally, a boxy vehicle emerge out of the cottony whiteness and ease to the curb. Renna had arrived in a dusty unmarked SFPD car that looked exactly like a dusty unmarked SFPD car.

The passenger-side window buzzed down.

“You’re doing a good imitation of something the cat wouldn’t drag in,” my friend said.

“I was up until seven talking to Tokyo,” I said. “Finalizing details for the shows. Fell into bed five minutes before you woke me.”

The mayor of San Francisco had launched a Pacific Rim Friendship Program to improve the city’s relations with its Asian neighbors, and Japan was up first. I’d rebuffed City Hall’s first two advances to be their liaison, accepting with reluctance only after the big man himself called to press me into service.

“Coffee up,” Renna said, passing over a cup of Peet’s dark roast as I collapsed into the front seat. “It’s all downhill from here.”

He urged the vehicle back onto the road. “You get Jenny off to school?”

“Neighbor upstairs will drive her.”

“Client take it well?”

“Wife said her husband would be furious, but we rescheduled for later today, so I squeaked by. Listen, I get the babbling kid bit, but why are we on the road? It’s Napa, not SF.”

As was his habit, Renna rolled imaginary marbles from cheek to cheek while he considered the question. “A Napa bigwig rang our dear mayor and he rang the chief.”

“So this is another favor for City Hall?” I said, wondering if they weren’t pushing the boundaries.

“Not even close. The mayor hoards his political capital. He called my boss. I’m under orders. You’re doing this for me. Since Japantown, everyone thinks I’m your goddamn social secretary.”

“I could live with that,” I said.

“You do recall we’re cruising over marshlands soon, right?”

Overhead, a sign announced our approach to the Golden Gate access road. Our route took us over the bridge into Marin County. We’d pass the monied Marin communities of Mill Valley and San Rafael, cross the reedy marshes edging the upper fringe of the San Francisco Bay, then head north to Napa.

“Yeah, so?”

“You piss me off, I’ll toss you into the muck and you won’t be living with anything. You’ll be lucky if your bones surface in a decade or two.”

“Probably less painful.”

The lieutenant grunted. “Hard to argue that.”

I took a sip of the coffee. A hearty Italian roast rolled over my tongue. It cut through the early-morning chill, but made not the slightest dent in my exhaustion.

“I’ve got to close my eyes for a minute,” I said. “Can you handle the drive alone?”

“Sure. One thing first, though. Napa guys sent you a present.”

“Am I going to like it?”

“Wouldn’t think so.”

He stretched a finger toward the face of his smartphone, anchored in a dashboard cradle, but before he could tap the screen, my mobile buzzed.

An unknown number. “Hold on a sec,” I said, then into my phone, “Hello?”

“Is this Jim Brodie?”

“Yes.”

“Sean Navin. We haven’t met yet but you’re on my blacklist.”

That was a first.

Before I could reply, Navin said, “You canceled on us this morning. No one does that to me.”

“Sarah already rescheduled.”

“I’m canceling it.”

“I normally don’t—”

“Save the excuses. I’m sending my wife to one of your competitors.”

I closed my eyes. There goes the Oribe tea bowl commission I sorely needed. The loss was going to hurt.

“Sorry to hear that,” I said. “As I explained to Sarah, it’s an emergency.”

“Time is money, Brodie. You play fast and loose with my time, I spend my greenbacks elsewhere.”

In his voice I heard none of the goodwill I’d earned over the last couple of years. Quality art from my shop decorated his home. Some of the rarities his wife had requested I’d tracked down in distant corners of Japan.

“I regret it happened, Sean. If there was any way around canceling our appointment, believe me, I would have found it.”

“You made a bad decision and it’s gonna cost you.”

“So you’ve told me. Do what you have to do,” I said, and disconnected.

So much for squeaking by. His wife was a valued customer, but mind games from an overbearing husband I didn’t need. Life was too short.

Renna glanced my way. He’d pieced together enough of the conversation to know that I was going to pay for this morning’s excursion.

“I’d pegged you for being more diplomatic,” he said.

“Husband kept twisting the knife. Got a feeling he was enjoying it.”

“A lot of those types around.”

“Yeah. Too bad. His wife was a regular. You were saying?”

“A present from the Napa boys.” Renna punched the smartphone screen. A recording began.

“Can you tell us your name, son?” a clearly annoyed adult male voice said.

“Mondai attara Jimu Burodi-san ni denwa shite kudasai. Mondai attara Jimu Burodi-san ni denwa shite kudasai. Mondai attara Jimu Burodi-san ni denwa—”

“We hear you, kid,” the man said through what sounded like gritted teeth. Then: “I’m telling you, Dick. That’s all the little guy’s said since we got here.”

Dick gave it a shot. “Hiya, son. I’m Officer Richard Kendall. Can you give us your name? Just your name?”

“Mondai attara Jimu Burodi-san ni denwa shite kudasai. Mondai attara—”

“See? Repeat loop,” the first man said.

“Considering the circumstances, can’t say I blame him.”

The dispatch ended and Renna said, “Still want to close your eyes?”

“Got to.”

“Sweet dreams.”

They were anything but.

In the recording, the babbling kid had been asking for me.

About The Author

Photograph by Ben Simmons

Barry Lancet is a Barry Award­–winning author and finalist for the Shamus Award. He has lived in Japan for more than twenty-five years. His former position as an editor at one of the nation’s largest publishers gave him access to the inner circles in traditional and business fields most outsiders are never granted, and an insider’s view that informs his writing. He is the author of the Jim Brodie series: The Spy Across the TablePacific BurnTokyo Kill; and Japantown, which received four citations for Best First Novel and has been optioned by J.J. Abrams’s Bad Robot Productions, in association with Warner Brothers. Visit Lancet at BarryLancet.com or on Twitter @BarryLancet.

Product Details

  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster (February 2017)
  • Length: 384 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781476794891

Raves and Reviews

Pacific Burn is a page-turning, globe-spanning tale of murder, suspense, and intrigue that grabs and holds your attention from beginning to end. Barry Lancet is truly a gifted author, and his character of Jim Brodie is unlike any private investigator you’ve ever encountered in literature.”
—Nelson DeMille, New York Times bestselling author of Radiant Angel

“Jim Brodie is a true 21st century hero…on page after page, Barry Lancet delivers.”
—Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Patriot Threat



“I loved Japantown and Tokyo Kill, but Pacific Burn is Lancet’s best book yet. Japan expert, art dealer, and sometimes PI, Jim Brodie makes for a character as layered and nuanced as the Japanese culture. Lancet knows art, knows Japan, and knows how to write a mystery that grabs hold and doesn’t let go.”
—Marc Cameron, author of the USA Today bestselling Jericho Quinn thrillers

“As ever, Lancet stages some good fight scenes—no one gets beaten up as well as Brodie—and keeps the action going… An action-filled effort.”
—Kirkus

"All of these stories have been outstanding, and in this new title, Jim is up against a global conspiracy that is the biggest he has ever seen, while dealing with a killer that even the underworld avoids. Barry Lancet is an incredible suspense author who has “knocked it out of the park” yet again.”
—Suspense Magazine

Pacific Burn is a page-turning, globe-spanning tale of murder, suspense, and intrigue that grabs and holds your attention from beginning to end. Barry Lancet is truly a gifted author, and his character of Jim Brodie is unlike any private investigator you’ve ever encountered in literature.”
—Nelson DeMille, New York Times bestselling author of Radiant Angel

“Jim Brodie is a true 21st century hero…on page after page, Barry Lancet delivers.”
—Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Patriot Threat



“I loved Japantown and Tokyo Kill, but Pacific Burn is Lancet’s best book yet. Japan expert, art dealer, and sometimes PI, Jim Brodie makes for a character as layered and nuanced as the Japanese culture. Lancet knows art, knows Japan, and knows how to write a mystery that grabs hold and doesn’t let go.”
—Marc Cameron, author of the USA Today bestselling Jericho Quinn thrillers

“As ever, Lancet stages some good fight scenes—no one gets beaten up as well as Brodie—and keeps the action going… An action-filled effort.”
—Kirkus

"All of these stories have been outstanding, and in this new title, Jim is up against a global conspiracy that is the biggest he has ever seen, while dealing with a killer that even the underworld avoids. Barry Lancet is an incredible suspense author who has “knocked it out of the park” yet again.”
—Suspense Magazine

“Just like the first two of Lancet’s books, Japantown and Tokyo Kill, Pacific Burn is a gritty thriller…highly suspenseful…5 stars."San Francisco Book Review 

 

“Barry Lancet's Pacific Burn is a stellar detective thriller with a fast-paced, tense and complex storyline. I have been a fan of the characters in this unique series since I read/reviewed the first novel.”—Fresh Fiction 

 

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