The Running Game by LE
Fitzpatrick
Her father called it the running game. Count the exits,
calculate the routes. Always be ready to run because they'll always be coming
for you. Whatever happens, they'll always be coming for you.
Rachel had let her guard down and they had found her. She could run now, leave the city and try her luck beyond the borders, but with no money and a dark secret to hide her chances of survival are slim.
But then she meets two brothers with a dangerous past and secrets of their own. Can they help her turn the game around?
This is the first installment of the Reacher series. Set in a grim and not too distant future, this urban thriller will keep you hooked until the last page.
Rachel had let her guard down and they had found her. She could run now, leave the city and try her luck beyond the borders, but with no money and a dark secret to hide her chances of survival are slim.
But then she meets two brothers with a dangerous past and secrets of their own. Can they help her turn the game around?
This is the first installment of the Reacher series. Set in a grim and not too distant future, this urban thriller will keep you hooked until the last page.
The Running
Game: Excerpt
She arrived in S’aven a month after her
seventeenth birthday. As she shuffled off the train at Trinity Station her head
had been an onslaught of naïve ambitions and excitement. The convent was gone
and she was free. Soon she would be with her sister and the world would be
theirs. But it never happened. Her sister was killed and instead of liberation
S’aven became just another prison; bigger, noisier and more dangerous.
As she waited in that same station, seven years
later, watching the rats duel with the pigeons, she realised it would be the
same wherever she went. The prison was countrywide because she was a prisoner
on the run and that would never change. They blamed Reachers for everything,
she was guilty by nature and no jury would ever say otherwise.
Police marched up and down the boardwalk, shining
lights on those huddled around their worn suitcases or battered sacks. They
checked the faces of the men and women, even the children, looking for
fugitives. People only left S'aven when they had to, it was the cops' job to
work out what they were running from.
She could see them questioning a couple, checking
their bags over and over while the husband insisted they were just going to see
family. His wife was pretty and the cops were enjoying making her squirm. They
made the couple turn, press their hands against the wall. They only bothered to
search the wife, laughing as her husband protested their innocence. She was
smart though, she told him to be quiet – a quick feel was better than getting
shot in the head.
“Do you want to know why we're leaving, because
of this!” The husband yelled.
With other cops this would have been a step too
far, but these two were in good humour. They released the woman, squeezing her
backside as she gathered her things. Then they wished them luck – a couple like
that were going to need it.
Then it was time to move on. Their flash lights
darted about as they headed towards the end of the platform. They passed two
men in suits. There was no talk, the men held out a roll of notes, the cops
took it and moved on. Rachel sat away from them all, she rested her head back
and closed her eyes as they started to approach. They never even looked her
way.
The train was running late. There were rumours
about insurgents commandeering the northern lines and taking passengers
hostage. The longer the delays, the more people remembered what was outside the
city walls. S’aven had civilisation and work and food. It was right beside London
She turned her head to the station entrance and
that’s when she saw him hobbling around the platform. He balanced on the crutch
and scanned the crowd just like the cops had done. His bloodshot eyes looked
panicked, maybe even desperate. She knew he was looking for her, she just
wasn't sure why.
Then he spotted her, seeing through her powers,
seeing just her, alone. The connection was instantaneous, it was like staring
at a long lost twin. And it had been so long since she had felt anything more
than emptiness.
He made his way over. He looked tired, but
relieved to see her.
“Mind if I join you?”
What I thought:
The Running Game by L.E. Fitzpatrick is fast paced and action packed. It is set in what is best described as an alternate future. However, while I was reading it - I kept thinking about some of my favorite black and white movies. (Think Humphrey Bogart and The Big Sleep). There are a multitude of characters and Fitzpatrick does an excellent job giving each one a voice. The good guys aren't all good and the bad guys aren't all bad - and that's what makes this such an enjoyable read.
The Running Game by L.E. Fitzpatrick is fast paced and action packed. It is set in what is best described as an alternate future. However, while I was reading it - I kept thinking about some of my favorite black and white movies. (Think Humphrey Bogart and The Big Sleep). There are a multitude of characters and Fitzpatrick does an excellent job giving each one a voice. The good guys aren't all good and the bad guys aren't all bad - and that's what makes this such an enjoyable read.
About the author
L E Fitzpatrick was born in Hull, East Yorkshire, but now lives in West Wales, with her family plus lots of dogs and cats. She manages an office, volunteers as a room steward for the National Trust and also supports independent authors as a proofreader and beta reader. She obviously has no spare time because of this, but if she did it would probably be invested in walking in the countryside and enjoying the peace and quiet.
L E Fitzpatrick published her first series Dark Waters in 2011 and is currently working on her Reacher series.
Social Links
Twitter: https://twitter.com/L_E_Fitzpatrick
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/L_E_Fitzpatrick
Buy Links
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G7VJ0GG/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00G7VJ0GG/
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/370963
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