Letty."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Coming from me? Yes. You've got more raw talent than I've ever seen crammed into one person. But you're self-destructive."
"I'm fighting it. I'll always be fighting it. You know that."
"You're good now," he said , "but I could make you great."
The road stretched on for miles—a straight shot into hell. It dipped steadily toward a valley floor distorted by heat shimmer.
"Is that Death Valley?" she asked.
"Yep. Your purse and phone are in the back seat, by the way."
Letty glanced back, saw her belongings, and then a wall of black duffle bags stacked where the third row seating had been removed.
"It's your pride," he said. "It's working against you right now. It's whispering, 'who's this guy to tell me my business?'"
But h e was wrong.
She said, "You couldn't be more off base."
"No?"
"I'm not perfect. But I'm woman enough to admit when I've had my ass handed to me. I am hurt though."
" You'll get over it. There's this job," he said.
"Yeah?"
"It's a little ways off. You aren't ready yet. But you could be."
" As you know, I was on my way to Oregon when I got drawn into all this. There's nothing more important to me than seeing Jacob."
"But after that ? Would you be up for some real work?"
"Vegas wasn't real enough for you? "
" My next job makes Vegas look like a child's prank. It'd be dangerous. You could lose your life. Or spend the rest of it in prison. But if there aren't stakes, what's the fun, right? Might as well rob 7-Elevens."
And if i t keeps my mind off using...
She let her head rest against the glass. The desert heat pushing through like a plague.
Suit up and show up.
"What exactly are you proposing here?" she asked.
" I know you now, as well as you know yourself. And I might even trust you. That's all this was ever about. Let me help you take your game to the next level. Let me make you world-class."
"Are you lonely at the top? Is that it?"
"You're the first person I've met in a long time that might, someday, be able to keep up with me. Just imagine what we could accomplish together..."
"I'll think about it," she said. " So is there a first name you want to let me in on? Or do you go by that iconic last?"
He didn't look over, but he smiled at the windshield as the road ahead dropped toward the lowest point in North America.
"No," he said. "When I'm with friends, all I answer to is Richter."
B LAKE CROUCH'S FULL CATALOG
Wayward Pines Series
Pi n e s
Andrew Z. Thomas Series
Desert Places
Locked Doors
Break You
Stirred (with J.A. Konrath)
The Serial Series (with J.A. Konrath and Jack Kilborn)
Serial (short story)
Bad Girl (short story)
Serial Uncut (novella)
Killers (novella)
Birds of Prey (novel)
Killers Uncut (novel)
Serial Killers Uncut (double novel)
Other Novels
Run
Abandon
Snowbound
Famous
Eerie with Jordan Crouch
Draculas with JA Konrath, Jeff Strand and F. Paul Wilson
Short Stories, Novellas, and Collections
Hunting Season with Selena Kitt (short story)
*69 (short story)
Remaking (short story)
On the Good, Red Road (short story)
Shining Rock (short story)
The Meteorologist (short story)
Unconditional (short story)
Perfect Little Town (horror novella)
The Pain of Others (Letty Dobesh #1)(novella)
Sunset Key (Letty Dobesh #2)(novella)
Grab (Letty Dobesh #3)(novella)
Four Live Rounds (collected stories)
Six in the Cylinder (collected stories)
Fully Loaded (complete collected stories)
Box Sets
Thicker Than Blood: The Complete Andrew Z. Thomas Series
The Fear Trilogy: Run, Snowbound, and Abandon
Copyright © 2013 by Blake Crouch
Cover art copyright © 201 3 by Jeroen ten Berge
All rights reserved.
GRAB is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Coming from me? Yes. You've got more raw talent than I've ever seen crammed into one person. But you're self-destructive."
"I'm fighting it. I'll always be fighting it. You know that."
"You're good now," he said , "but I could make you great."
The road stretched on for miles—a straight shot into hell. It dipped steadily toward a valley floor distorted by heat shimmer.
"Is that Death Valley?" she asked.
"Yep. Your purse and phone are in the back seat, by the way."
Letty glanced back, saw her belongings, and then a wall of black duffle bags stacked where the third row seating had been removed.
"It's your pride," he said. "It's working against you right now. It's whispering, 'who's this guy to tell me my business?'"
But h e was wrong.
She said, "You couldn't be more off base."
"No?"
"I'm not perfect. But I'm woman enough to admit when I've had my ass handed to me. I am hurt though."
" You'll get over it. There's this job," he said.
"Yeah?"
"It's a little ways off. You aren't ready yet. But you could be."
" As you know, I was on my way to Oregon when I got drawn into all this. There's nothing more important to me than seeing Jacob."
"But after that ? Would you be up for some real work?"
"Vegas wasn't real enough for you? "
" My next job makes Vegas look like a child's prank. It'd be dangerous. You could lose your life. Or spend the rest of it in prison. But if there aren't stakes, what's the fun, right? Might as well rob 7-Elevens."
And if i t keeps my mind off using...
She let her head rest against the glass. The desert heat pushing through like a plague.
Suit up and show up.
"What exactly are you proposing here?" she asked.
" I know you now, as well as you know yourself. And I might even trust you. That's all this was ever about. Let me help you take your game to the next level. Let me make you world-class."
"Are you lonely at the top? Is that it?"
"You're the first person I've met in a long time that might, someday, be able to keep up with me. Just imagine what we could accomplish together..."
"I'll think about it," she said. " So is there a first name you want to let me in on? Or do you go by that iconic last?"
He didn't look over, but he smiled at the windshield as the road ahead dropped toward the lowest point in North America.
"No," he said. "When I'm with friends, all I answer to is Richter."
B LAKE CROUCH'S FULL CATALOG
Wayward Pines Series
Pi n e s
Andrew Z. Thomas Series
Desert Places
Locked Doors
Break You
Stirred (with J.A. Konrath)
The Serial Series (with J.A. Konrath and Jack Kilborn)
Serial (short story)
Bad Girl (short story)
Serial Uncut (novella)
Killers (novella)
Birds of Prey (novel)
Killers Uncut (novel)
Serial Killers Uncut (double novel)
Other Novels
Run
Abandon
Snowbound
Famous
Eerie with Jordan Crouch
Draculas with JA Konrath, Jeff Strand and F. Paul Wilson
Short Stories, Novellas, and Collections
Hunting Season with Selena Kitt (short story)
*69 (short story)
Remaking (short story)
On the Good, Red Road (short story)
Shining Rock (short story)
The Meteorologist (short story)
Unconditional (short story)
Perfect Little Town (horror novella)
The Pain of Others (Letty Dobesh #1)(novella)
Sunset Key (Letty Dobesh #2)(novella)
Grab (Letty Dobesh #3)(novella)
Four Live Rounds (collected stories)
Six in the Cylinder (collected stories)
Fully Loaded (complete collected stories)
Box Sets
Thicker Than Blood: The Complete Andrew Z. Thomas Series
The Fear Trilogy: Run, Snowbound, and Abandon
Copyright © 2013 by Blake Crouch
Cover art copyright © 201 3 by Jeroen ten Berge
All rights reserved.
GRAB is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
For more
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