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LOMBARDO’S STEAKHOUSE ON Manhattan’s tony Upper East Side was justly famous for two things, two specialties of the house. The first was its double-thick, artery-clogging forty-six-ounce porterhouse, the mere sight of which could give a vegan an apoplectic seizure.
The second claim to fame was its clientele.
Simply put, Lombardo’s Steakhouse was paparazzi heaven. From A-list actors to all-star pro athletes, CEOs to super-models, rap stars to poet laureates — anyone who was anyone could be spotted at Lombardo’s, whether they were brokering deals or just looking and acting fabulous.
Zagat, the ubiquitous red bible of dining guides, said it best: “Get ready to rub elbows and egos with the jet set, because Lombardo’s is definitely the place to see and be seen.”
Unless you were Bruno Torenzi, that is.
He was the man who was about to make Lombardo’s Steakhouse renowned for something else. Something terrible, just unbelievably awful.
And no one seemed to notice him . . . until it was too late . . . until the deed was almost done.
Of course, that was the idea, wasn’t it? In his black three-button Ermenegildo Zegna suit and dark-tinted sunglasses, Bruno Torenzi could have been anybody. He could have been everybody.
Besides, it was lunch. Broad daylight, for Christ’s sake.
For something this sick and depraved to go down, you would have at least thought nighttime. Hell, make that a full moon with a chorus of howling wolves.
“Can I help you, sir?” inquired the hostess, Tiffany, the one person who did manage to notice Torenzi if only because it was her job. She was a young and stunning blonde from the Midwest, with perfect porcelain skin, who could turn more heads than a chiropractor.
But it was as if she didn’t even exist.
Torenzi didn’t stop, didn’t even glance her way when she spoke to him. He just waltzed right by her, cool as a cabana.
Screw it, thought the busy hostess, letting him go. The restaurant was packed as always, and he certainly looked like he belonged. There were other customers arriving, getting in her face as only New Yorkers can. Surely this guy was meeting up with someone who was already seated.
She was right about that much.
Table chatter, clanking silverware, the iconic jazz of John Coltrane filtering down from the recessed ceiling speakers — they all combined to fill the mahogany-paneled dining room of Lombardo’s with a continuous loop of the most pleasant sort of white noise.
Torenzi heard none of it.
He’d been hired because of his discipline, his unyielding focus. In his mind there was only one other person in the busy restaurant. Just one.
Thirty feet . . .
Torenzi had spotted the table in the far right corner. A special table, no doubt about that. For a very special customer.
Twenty feet . . .
He cut sharply over to another aisle, the heels of his black wingtips clicking against the polished wood floor like a metronome in three-quarter time.
Excerpted from the book Don’t Blink by James Patterson. Copyright © 2010 by James Patterson
Reporter Nick Daniels thought it was a great idea to conduct his interview with one of baseball’s legendary bad boys, Dwayne Robinson, at one of New York’s legendary restaurants. But the hallowed dining room of Lombardo’s Steak House erupts in chaos when an infamous mob lawyer is taken out at a nearby table, and Nick accidentally captures a key piece of evidence. Does he do the smart thing and give what he’s got to the cops, who are going nuts looking for the hit man? To further his career—not to mention impress his editor, the incredibly gorgeous Courtney Sheppard—Nick becomes too smart for his own good….
Soon caught between Italian and Russian mafia forces, Nick is warned to back off. But since this is a Patterson thrill ride, we know that doesn’t happen. Instead, our intrepid hero, heedless of all threats, pursues a once-in-a-lifetime scoop that turns out to be much more than an all-out war of the mobsters. NYPD captains, district attorneys, mayoral candidates and media kingpins get in on the action too, all pushing their own agendas…on both sides of the law. Don’t Blink isn’t just good. It’s scary good—and fast-reading, impossible-to-put-down fun.
Hardcover Book : 384 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( September 27, 2010 )
Item #: 13-112199
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.86inches
Product Weight: 14.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I loved this book. So far I have all of his books except for the teens. Yes, it was a little different but he got my attention.
Reviewer: Celes H
Loved this book. The suspense of it and I could not put it down, in other words nothing got done till I finished it!!!!
Reviewer: Bonnie B
Mob bosses, intrigue, suspense, plus a ton of twists and turns.....AWESOME READ to say the least. }nstantly one of my favorite JP novels.
I thought this book was a really great read, it was a fast read. I was unable to put the book down, another great book from James Patterson
Reviewer: Rhea K
This book is so riduculous. Nice 2 page chapters but every two pages he is getting beat up, bombed, threatened, kidnapped, witness to a murder or hiding out. Come on!