John Katzenbach - The Wrong Man

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Scott Freeman is a man of reason – a college professor grounded in the rational and practical. But he becomes uneasy after finding an anonymous love letter hidden in his daughter's room: “No one could ever love you like I do. No one ever will. We will be together forever. One way or another.” But the reality of Ashley's plight far exceeds Scott's worst suspicions.
One drink too many had led Ashley, a beautiful, bright art student, into what she thought was just a fling with a blue-collar bad boy. But now, no amount of pleading or reasoning can discourage his phone calls, ardent e-mails, and constant, watchful gaze.
Michael O'Connell is but a malignant shadow of a man. His brash, handsome features conceal a black and empty soul. Control is his religion. Cunning and criminal skill are his stock-in-trade. Rage is his language.
The harder Ashley tries to break free, the deeper Michael burrows into every aspect of her life, so she turns in desperation to her divorced parents and her mother's new partner – three people still locked in a coldly civilized triangle of resentment. But their fierce devotion to Ashley is the common bond that will draw them together to face down a predator.
For Ashley's family, it is a test of primal love that will drive them to the extreme edge – and beyond – in a battle of wills that escalates into a life-or-death war to protect their own.
From the bestselling master of suspense, John Katzenbach, The Wrong Man is an elegantly crafted and breathtakingly intense read that asks the question, “How far would you go to save the child you love?”

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She had no idea what he was speaking about, but she nodded. “Of course. Some lines, yes.”

The assistant director looked both sad and angry at the same time. He leaned forward.

“Do you really think that the Holocaust never happened?”

Ashley sat back in her chair. “What?”

“The murder of six million Jews was merely propaganda, and never really took place?”

“I don’t follow…”

“Are blacks really an inferior race. Sub-Mongoloid? Little more than wild animals?”

She didn’t reply, her voice disappearing in shock.

“Do Jews truly control the FBI and the CIA? And is purity of race truly the most important issue facing this nation today?”

“I don’t know what you’re-”

He held up his hand, red-faced. He gestured toward the computer on his desk. “Come over here and sign in with your ID and password,” he said abruptly.

“I don’t understand-”

“Just indulge me,” he said coldly.

She rose from the chair, walked around to his side of the desk, and did as he asked. The computer jumped to life, played a familiar small fanfare, and a picture of the museum filled the screen, followed by a Welcome Ashley screen and the message You have unread mail in your mailbox.

“Okay,” Ashley said. She stood up.

The assistant director abruptly pushed by her, seizing the keyboard.

“Here,” he said furiously. “Recent searches.”

Signed in on her name and password, he hit a rapid succession of keys. The image of the museum instantly disappeared, replaced by a large black-and-red screen. Martial music flooded the speakers, and a large swastika suddenly appeared, followed by a blast of music. Ashley did not recognize the “Horst Wessel Song,” but she could immediately sense its nature. Her mouth opened in astonishment, and she tried to speak, but her eyes were riveted on the computer, which changed to an old black-and-white newsreel of a line of people raising their arms in a Nazi salute as “Sieg Heil!” was repeated a half dozen times. She recognized Leni Riefenstahl’s Triumph of the Will. This faded and was replaced with a Welcome to the Aryan Nation Web Site page. A second screen followed instantly, which proclaimed, Welcome Storm Trooper Ashley Freeman. Please type in your password to enter.

“Do we need to go further?” the assistant director asked.

“This is crazy,” Ashley said. “This isn’t mine. I don’t know how-”

“Not yours?”

“No. I don’t know how, but-”

The assistant director pointed at the screen. “So, type in your museum password.”

“But…”

“Indulge me,” he said coldly.

She leaned over and typed it in. The screen immediately changed as the site opened up. It played another musical fanfare. Something from Wagner.

“I don’t understand.”

“Sure,” he said. “Sure you don’t.”

“Someone did this to me. An ex-boyfriend. I don’t know how, but he’s very clever with computers and he must have-”

The assistant director held up his hand. “But you said nothing was unusual in your life. That was the very first thing I asked you, and you said no. Nothing unusual. An ex-boyfriend signing you up for membership in a hate group, at a modern-day Nazi website, well, I would consider that unusual. ”

“It’s, he’s, I don’t know…”

The assistant director shook his head. “Please don’t offend me any further with any other lame excuses. This is your last day here, Ashley. Even if your excuse is the truth, well, we cannot have this, one way or the other. Nasty boyfriend, or true belief. Both are completely unacceptable in the atmosphere of tolerance we try to promote here. This is the pornography of hate. I won’t allow it. And, to be frank, I’m not sure I believe you. We will mail you your final paycheck. Good night, Miss Freeman. Please do not come back here again. And please”-he added as he pointed to the door-“don’t expect a recommendation.”

Ashley alternated between tears of frustration and utter fury as she made her way back to her apartment through the fast-descending night. With each step, she grew angrier, so much so that she barely saw the shadows and darkness surrounding her. She quick-marched with military precision down the city streets, trying to decipher some plan of action, but unable to, her rage was so complete. She let it overcome her, so that her entire body quivered. No one in her right mind would allow someone to screw up her life so completely, and as she considered herself fully in her right mind, she decided that it was going to stop, that night.

She threw her jacket and backpack on the bed and went straight to the telephone. Within seconds, she had dialed Michael O’Connell’s number.

His voice sounded sleepy, disconnected, when he answered the phone.

“Yes? Who is it?”

“You know goddamn well who it is,” Ashley said in a voice that was on the edge of a shout, filled with bitterness.

“Ashley! I knew you’d call.”

“You bastard! You’ve screwed up my work at school. Now you’ve cost me my job. What sort of creep are you?”

He was silent.

“Leave me alone! Why can’t you leave me alone?”

He remained silent.

She picked up momentum. “I hate you! God damn you, Michael! I told you it was over, and it is! I never want to see you again. I can’t believe you would do this to me. And you say you love me? You’re a sick and evil person, Michael, and I want you out of my life. Forever! Do you understand that?”

He still didn’t reply.

“Do you hear me, Michael? It’s over! Ended. Finished. Completed. However you want to understand it, but it’s all over. No more. Got it?”

She waited for a response and got none. Silence slithered around her, enveloping her like a vine.

“Michael?” She suddenly thought he wasn’t there, that he’d disconnected and her words were simply disappearing into some immense electronic void. “Do you get it? It’s over.”

Again, all she heard at first was silence.

She thought she could hear his breathing.

“Please, Michael. It’s got to be over.”

When he did finally speak, it took her by surprise.

“Ashley,” he replied almost brightly, a little laughter in his tone, as if he were speaking a different language, one that was utterly foreign to her. “It’s just wonderful to hear your voice. I’m counting the days until we can get back together again.”

He paused, then added, “Forever.”

And then he hung up.

“But something happened?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “Something, actually many things, happened.”

I watched her face and saw that she was struggling with the details of what she wanted to say. She wore reluctance in much the same way that someone puts on a warm sweater in the winter, in anticipation of some wind and cold and a shift in the weather for the worse.

“Well,” I said, a little exasperated by her oblique manner, “what’s the context here? You got me into this story by saying that I was supposed to make sense of it all. So far, I’m not sure what I’ve really gathered. I can see the games that Michael O’Connell was working. But to what end? I can see the crime taking shape-but what crime are we thinking about?”

She held up her hand. “You want things to be simple, don’t you? But crime isn’t so simple. When you examine it, there are many forces at work. Do you wonder, sometimes, whether we help create the psychological or maybe emotional atmosphere in which bad things, terrible things, take root, flourish, and then flower? We’re like a hothouse for evil, all in ourselves. Seems that way sometimes, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t answer this. Instead, I watched her as she stared down into her cup of coffee, as if it could tell her something.

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