2577 FLAMINGO BOULEVARD, LAS VEGAS, NEVADA—PRESENT DAY
As she reached for the small piece of broken block her hand lightly rubbed against the stronger hands of a man she hadn’t felt the touch of in nearly a year. All thought of that long-ago Hong Kong night vanished during the daylight hours only to reappear when sleep claimed the eighty-four-year-old woman. As the small rubber boat bobbed up and down in the cold waters outside Hong Kong harbor she remembered the feel of the piece of stone block and the touch of Garrison Lee’s fingers as the dream continued. In her sleep the woman wanted to cry out that she didn’t want the relic, she wanted him. As always in her dream all Lee would do is smile and wink that irritating wink he always did to make her think everything was all right—she knew it wasn’t. This was the same dream Alice had been having for the past six days and it always ended the same way—with the feeling of massive loss and the sharp pain of her heart breaking every time she saw Garrison in the dream.
“Hamilton, you’re obviously dreaming this for a reason—now wake up!”
The voice of a man gone for a full year woke her as she lay at her small desk in her bedroom. She had fallen asleep again at her computer terminal and as she looked at the screen she saw the jumbled words in one long and continuous sentence, the result of her head lying on the keyboard.
Alice Hamilton reached out and angrily punched at the keyboard and cleared the screen of all the nonsensical words. As she yawned she looked at the clock on the wall. It was four-thirty in the morning and for the fifth straight night she had fallen asleep while in the midst of her research, and that in turn brought on the dreams of Garrison Lee and the time they spent together in China in the forties. Alice straightened in her chair, finally remembering what had prompted this dream in particular. She frantically searched the scattered papers on her usually neat desk.
“Where is it, where is it!” she asked herself, almost fearing the letter itself was part of her sleeping remembrances.“Calm down and think,”
came his voice. This was a tool she used many times. Garrison always told her think and then act.
Alice stopped her searching and then squeezed her eyes closed and thought. She opened them suddenly and reached for her robe’s front pocket. She took a deep breath as her fingers touched the two-page letter that had been overnighted from Rome.
“Thank you,” she said as she pulled the letter from her pocket and opened it, sitting back in her chair as she did. Alice again closed her eyes realizing that she just thanked a man gone from her for what seemed an eternity. She swallowed and then caught herself and mentally shook the tears from her eyes before they fully developed and then opened the letter. She read it once more for the umpteenth time in the twenty-four hours since receiving it.
“Europa, am I still signed in?” she said aloud as she folded the letter but this time held it tightly in her hand as she forced herself to relax. Alice was finally feeling her age after many years of keeping up with the best of them.
“Yes, Mrs. Hamilton, User 0012 is still logged on,” came the sexy Marilyn Monroe–voiced Cray supercomputer located at the secure center inside the Event Group complex underneath Nellis Air Force Base ten miles from her house.
“My apologies for being rude and dozing off on you,” Alice said as she pulled her robe tig
Praise for David L. Golemon and the Event Group series
“Explosive…tense, terrifying—and worth the investment.”—Associated Press on Ripper
“A tale worthy of the giants of the genre like Clive Cussler, James Rollins, and Matthew Reilly, Legend is a definite must-read for action and adventure fans. Don’t miss it.”—Megalith.com
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—Publishers Weekly on Legend
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“Golemon combines his typical action-adventure fare with more thriller elements this time, and he focuses more on the personal stakes of his characters. …Golemon knows how to make readers turn the pages, and Primeval will only further enhance his reputation.”—Booklist
“Fans of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea will enjoy Golemon’s recasting of the Jules Verne novel.”—Publishers Weekly on Leviathan
“Golemon’s third novel in the Event Group series proves to be his best yet….a mix of the James Rollins action-heavy adventure, the military gadgetry of Tom Clancy, the pacing of the television series 24, and the conspiracy theories devoured by fans of the radio show Coast to Coast AM.”—Booklist on Ancients
“The Roswell Incident—whether legend, fact, or some combination of both—has inspired countless novels and movies over the years, but David Lynn Golemon’s Event peels back the layers of Roswell with refreshing originality. The action is spectacularly cinematic, the characters compelling, and the story is a flat-out adrenaline rush that pits real-world, cutting-edge military technology against a literally out-of-this-world threat. Even better, the Event Group itself is one of the best fictional agencies to arise in the literature of government conspiracies.”—New York Times bestselling authors Judith & Garfield Reeves-Stevens
“Fans of UFO fiction will find this a great read, and fans of military fiction won’t be disappointed.”—SFsignal.com on Event
“Imagine mixing in a blender a Tom Clancy novel with the movie Predator and the television series The X-Files….readers who enjoy nonstop action and lots of flying bullets will enjoy Golemon’s series.”—Library Journal
“Golemon puts his military experience to good use in this promising [series]…evokes some of the early work of Preston and Child.”—Publishers Weekly