The Trail to Buddha's Mirror
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"Don Winslow may be the finest crime writer currently working in America. If you've not read the Neal Carey books before, send Busted Flush Press a note of thanks. You're in for a treat."—Robert Crais, best-selling author of The Sentry
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Back in print, this is the second novel in the Edgar Award–nominated Neal Carey private eye series by New York Times best-seller Don Winslow (The Dawn Patrol; Savages).
When chemical genius Robert Pendleton disappears from a conference with all of his research on a new fertilizer, grad student-turned-P.I. Neal Carey follows a dark trail into the heart of China.
Don Winslow's first novel, A Cool Breeze on the Underground, was nominated for an Edgar Award, and his California Fire and Life received the Shamus Award. The Death and Life of Bobby Z was made into a feature film in 2007 starring Paul Walker and Laurence Fishburne. His latest novel, Savages, has been purchased by Oliver Stone, who plans to write, produce, and direct the film adaptation. Don lives on an old ranch in the San Diego area with his wife Jean and son Thomas.
African history. He then moved back to New York City where he managed movie theaters and became a private investigator. Winslow moonlighted as a PI while pursuing a master’s degree in military history. He also lived for a time in Africa, where he worked as a safari guide, and in China, where he led hiking tours. Winslow completed A Cool Breeze on the Underground while in China. A Cool Breeze draws from Winslow’s experiences tracking missing persons while in New York. Protagonist Neal Carey is a
situation. You can go to China, where she turns you over, or back to the States, where you turn her. The issue is simple. Which is better? You go to China, you’re a prisoner for life and so is she. You go back to the States, she’s a prisoner for a while and you’re a free man. They’ll even let you stay together, as long as you’re a good boy.” “What’s in it for you?” Good question, Doc. What is in it for me? I lose Li Lan, but then again, I never had her. And maybe if I bring you back, the powers
hotel.” “Is there a bar there?” “On the roof. There is a noodle bar.” “I don’t want any more noodles, I want us to get shit—” “They serve beer.” Neal signaled the waiter. “Check, please!” Dinner should be surprises, Neal recalled as he and Wu finished off the last cup of tea at the Hibiscus Restaurant. The meal wasn’t surprising. Li Lan had made several of the same dishes in the Kendalls’ kitchen in Mill Valley, although not as well. “Were all these dishes Sichuan specialties?” Neal asked
still wearing the stiff black leather business shoes. He carried a blue nylon windbreaker and a bright yellow nylon tube bag. “Good morning,” he said. “Some night.” “Oh, yes.” “You want some eggs?” Wu made a face of horrified disgust. “Coffee?” “I’ll try some. But we must hurry.” They hurried, and were down in the car in ten minutes. Neal was surprised to see Peng in the backseat. Wu got in front with the driver. “Do you own a car?” Peng asked Neal, apparently as a form of greeting.
shake-and-jiggle of somebody’s baby girl. Maybe it was the angry neon glare of the strip that paid for the warm, bright sun rooms with the view of the Bay. His class-war reverie took his mind off the pain that was starting to shoot through his legs, pain that reminded him to take Sansome Street for what it was, a steep route up Telegraph Hill. He sucked it up and shifted into high gear. There’s a trick to climbing a hill: you keep your knees slightly bent as you walk, like Groucho Marx going up