INT. KITCHEN—REGENCY HOTEL, NEW YORK CITY—DAY
It’s the height of the breakfast rush at the Regency’s
Powerful dining room. THE CHAMELEON slips quietly
into the busy kitchen. His sandy hair is now dark,
his skin copper. He blends right in, just another nameless
Puerto Rican in a busboy uniform. He goes totally
THE CHAMELEON HAD stared at those words in his script hundreds of times. This morning they were coming to life. His movie was finally in production. “And action,” he whispered as he entered the Regency kitchen through a rear door.
He did not go unnoticed.
“You!” one of the black-tied, white-jacketed waiters yelled. “Get out there and top off the coffee cups at table twelve.”
Not exactly what he’d scripted, but so much better than he could have hoped for. Like most New York actors, The Chameleon knew his way around a restaurant kitchen. He filled one chrome carafe with regular coffee, another with decaf, and pushed through the swinging door into the dining room.
The cast of characters was even better than he had expected too. Today was the start of Hollywood on the Hudson week, the city’s all-out push to steal more film production business from LA. So in addition to the usual East Coast power brokers, the room was chock-full of Hollywood assholes chewing on multimillion-dollar deals and hundred-dollar breakfasts. And there, holding court at table twelve, was none other than Sid Roth.
If you could go to prison for destroying careers, families, and souls, Sid Roth would be serving a string of consecutive life sentences. But in the movie biz, being a heartless prick was a plus if it translated into the bottom line, and over the past three decades Roth had turned Mesa Films from a mom-and-pop shop into a mega-studio. The man was God, and the four other guys at the table were happily basking in His aura.
The Chameleon began pouring coffee when Roth, who was regaling his tablemates with a Hollywood war story, put a hand over his cup and said, “Get me another tomato juice, will you?”
“Yes, sir,” The Chameleon said. One tomato juice and a featured cameo coming up for Mr. Roth.
He was back in less than three minutes with Roth’s juice. “Muchas gracias, amigo,” Roth said, and he emptied the glass without giving his waiter a second look.
And vaya con Dios to you. The Chameleon went back to the kitchen and disappeared through the rear door. He had ten minutes for a costume change.
The men’s room in the lobby of the hotel was posh and private. Cloth hand towels, floor-to-ceiling walnut doors on each stall, and, of course, no surveillance cameras.
Half a dozen Neutrogena makeup-removing wipes later, he went from swarthy Latino to baby-faced white boy. He traded the waiter’s outfit for a pair of khakis and a pale blue polo.
He headed back to the lobby and positioned himself at a bank of house phones where he could watch the rest of the scene unfold. It was out of his hands now. He only hoped it would play out half as exciting as writ.
Reprinted from the book NYPD Red by James Patterson. Copyright © 2012 by James Patterson.
Reprinted with permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, N.Y. All rights reserved.
A hotshot team of New York City detectives rides a crime wave of breathtaking suspense in James Patterson’s new page-turner, NYPD Red.
Detective Zach Jordan is dedicated to his job on the city’s High Profile Victims Response Team even if some of the people he’s appointed to protect—the world’s most powerful, rich and famous—can be less than admirable. Right now an all-star cast of Hollywood icons are in the city for a film festival and Zach’s unit, code-named NYPD Red, has been put on high alert. But there’s nothing anyone could have done for the producer who died while eating a power breakfast in a hotel famous for catering to top tier luminaries; he was poisoned.
Zach takes the news that he’s been assigned to the murder like a punch to the gut when he learns his partner will be detective Kylie MacDonald, a former flame he still has a thing for. Not that Zach or Kylie will have time to ponder the past. Before the day is over, two stars will meet shocking deaths followed by a citywide panic and with the growing suspicion that the killer has scripted each deadly scene. Can Zach and Kylie stop him before he orchestrates a grand finale that could bring down the house—and everyone in it?
Hardcover Book : 416 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( October 08, 2012 )
Item #: 13-635828
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.9inches
Product Weight: 14.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
This book was really good. Nice turn around after writing that horrendous book "Zoo." This would make a great action movie.
Reviewer: Debbie R
NYPD RED! I loved this book. Once again Patterson outdid himself. He is one of the number 1 writers. I am an avid reader, but his books are those I never can pass up. I have every book he has ever published..Keep up the great work..
I thought this book to be ok. Patterson and his team are a hit machine, but in being so the work gets watered down.The villans all start to look the same.Patterson turns out a new work evey week it seems. Far more than the one or two average of most authors.In thisone, a frustrated and invisable holleywood extra kills off the stars that ignored him in his working career.The story moves along but the ending is prodictable. I would love for mr. Patterson to break genre once in a while the way that John Grism does. Give the serial killers a break and write a nice family story.
The problems I have with this book 1) the main character Zach is almost invisible, his character is really bland and lacks depth (you could easily remove him from the book without impacting the storyline) 2) The storyline, which could have been great is just OK, it lacks that suspense building that some of the other (Alex Cross) JP books have and 3)Sometimes the dialog borders on silly in non-silly situations.
I know I disagree with most of you, but I found this one strange at times, as I said an OK read.
As always .. hard to put down a Patterson book. And .. always a pretty quick read. Good characters ... good storyline ... good grief, ZOO is next in line for me.
Reviewer: Skip Z