Extinct

by Charles Wilson

Overview

Charles Wilson has received the highest praise from authors such as John Grisham and from reviewers, including being termed "Wizard Plotter" by the Los Angeles Times. Now, he has created his most chilling story yet-- a fast-paced thriller so realistic it will take your breath away and keep you riveted to the page.

From the Gulf of Mexico's warm shallow waters...to the deepest parts of the Pacific...terror comes to the surface...

Six-year-old Paul Haines watches as two older boys dive into a coastal river...and don't come up. His mother, Carolyn, a charter boat captain on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, finds herself embroiled in the tragedy to an extent she could never have imagined.

Carolyn joins the marine biologist Alan Freeman in the hunt for a creature that is terrorizing the waters along the Gulf Coast. But neither of them could have envisioned exactly what kind of danger they are facing.

Yet one man, Admiral Vandiver, does know what this creature is, and how it has come into the shallows. And his secret obsession with it will force him, as well as Paul, Carolyn and Alan, into a race against time...and a race toward death.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781466828322
Publisher:	St. Martin's Press
Publication date:	06/15/1997
Sold by:	Macmillan
Format:	eBook
Pages:	320
Sales rank:	189,171
File size:	349 KB

About the Author

National bestselling author Charles Wilson has become known for edge-of-your-seat tension and fast-paced action in his novels. His first work, Nightwatcher, a psychological thriller, was called "splendid" by John Grisham and "quite an achievement" by the Los Angeles Times. Ed Gorman, publisher of Mystery Scene magazine says, "Wilson might flat-out be the best plotter of our generation." Wilson's Direct Descendant and Extinct, novels exploring the chilling consequences of so-called scientific advances, have been optioned by Hollywood filmmakers. Other Wilson novels are Game Plan, Fertile Ground and Embryo; three suspense novels, When First We Deceive, Silent Witness and The Cassandra Prophecy; and coming soon in hardcover, Deep Sleep-- a psychological thriller set in a Voodoo-influenced swampy parish in South Louisiana. Charles Wilson currently lives with his wife and three children in Brandon, Mississippi, where he is at work on his next novel.

First Chapter

CHAPTER ONE

COASTAL MISSISSIPPI -- Thursday, July 18, 1:00 pm

Dustin pointed his finger in the six-year-old's face. "This is as far as you go, Paul--I mean it."

Paul stared at the finger, and then past Dustin to the river spreading out across a wide channel behind the teenager's back. Nearer the water a second teenager smiled at the confrontation as he unbuttoned his shirt. Dustin looked at him. "You going to help me, Skip?"

"You're the one who let him come with us," Skip said. "Tie him to a tree."

Paul narrowed his eyes. Dustin tried again. "I know you can swim fine, bud, but I told your mother you wouldn't go near the water."

"What about you?" Paul asked.

"I told her you wouldn't go in the water, not us," Dustin said.

Paul stared past him again. Across the river a heron suddenly flapped up into the bright sunlight. Curving its long neck back into an S above its body, the bird turned across the vast expanse of marshland extending out from the far side of the channel toward the long Interstate 10 bridge in the distance--and Paul's gaze followed the bird's flight.

"I've got some gum," Dustin said.

Paul's eyes went to the pockets of the teenager's jeans. Dustin pulled out a flattened pack of Wrigley's Spearmint. "I'll give you this now and buy you a sucker the next time I'm at the store."

Paul weighed the offer with one eye nearly closed. He held out his hand.

Dustin said, "You promise?"

Paul nodded.

"He's lying," Skip said. He had his shirt off now and was stepping out of his jeans.

Paul reached for the pack.

Dustin pulled it back.

"Promise," Paul said in a low voice.

"I heard a big bull alligator got after some people here yesterday," Dustin said.

Paul smiled mischievously.

"He knows you're lying now," Skip said. In his undershorts now, he stepped to a frayed rope hanging down from a limb of a tall oak leaned out toward the river. Catching a grip high up the rope, he took a step backward, then jumped off the ground and sailed slowly past the bank, dropping into the warm brown water with a splash, sending ripples fanning out in wide circles toward the center of the channel and back against the bank.

Paul took the gum. "I'm warning you," Dustin said. He slipped his T-shirt off over his head. Paul, pulling a stick of gum from the pack, theatrically stuck his foot out closer to the bank.

"Paul."

The boy smiled.

Dustin slipped off his jeans. "You stay here and I'll let you take a drag off a cigarette when we finish."

Paul pulled his foot back and began to unwrap the gum. Dustin caught the rope and, stepping back a couple of feet, jumped and grabbed it higher and swung out past the bank. Reaching the peak of his swing, he kicked his feet over his head and somersaulted backward into the water.

A large black Labrador trotted out of the trees behind Paul and stopped by the boy. It wagged its thick tail as Paul patted its head.

Skip splashed water in Dustin's face.

The Labrador edged closer to the bank and barked loudly.

But the dog wasn't looking toward the boys. Instead, its muzzle was pointed downstream in the direction the river dumped into the Sound and, beyond that, the Gulf of Mexico. A hundred feet in that direction, the water sloshed gently against the bank.

The Labrador barked again.

Dustin got his hands on Skip's head and pushed down. Laughing, barely able to get a breath before he was dunked, Skip disappeared under the surface. Dustin splashed away from the spot so Skip couldn't grab his legs. Near the bank, he turned and waited for his friend to reappear. The Labrador barked again. Now it was looking directly at Dustin.

Skip did not reappear.

A few seconds more.

Dustin's brow wrinkled. Slowly, he began to breaststroke toward the spot. He began to stroke faster. The Labrador barked repeatedly.

Close to the spot Skip disappeared, Dustin took a quick breath and dove under the surface.

Paul walked past the Labrador to the place where the bank started sloping steeply down to the water.

The dog came up beside him.

Paul looked at the foil wrapper from the stick of gum. He used his finger to shape it into a trough and sent it sailing toward the water. It curved in the air and landed at the bottom of the bank, where it sparkled in the sunlight.

Paul stared at the shiny scrap for a moment, then turned and, moving his leg backward down the slope, caught a grip on the edge of the bank and began sliding toward the water.

* * *

Carolyn Haines leaned back from the ledger sheets she worked on at the desk in her study. She slipped her glasses off and fluffed her hair off her neck. She looked toward the thermostat next to the glass doors leading out onto the sun deck, then stood and walked to the control.

She adjusted the temperature and started to turn back toward her desk, but hesitated, and looked toward the doors. She listened for a moment, then walked to the doors and slid the glass back.

Duchess's loud barking reverberated through the trees between the rear corner of the house and the river.

Carolyn stepped out onto the sun deck and looked through the thick growth.

"Paul," she called.

She waited a moment. The labrador's barking grew more agitated.

"Paul! Dustin!"

Duchess's barked at a feverish pitch now.

* * *

Duchess, her forepaws in the mud at the edge of the bottom of the bank, her head and neck stretched out over the water, barked rapidly, one sharp sound after another. Paul stood next to her. "Stop it, Duchess," he said.

She didn't.

He pulled at her collar. "Duchess."

She suddenly moved sideways, bumping into him. He barely kept his balance. "Duchess," he said, frowning down at her. She barked toward her left now. Paul looked toward the center of the river. Then he looked down the channel to his left. His eyes narrowing, he pulled a wad of gum from his mouth and looked up the bank to his right. Twenty feet out in the water in front of him, a gentle swirl twisted the surface and a faint ripple moved in a line toward the bank.

"Paul!" Carolyn yelled as she came out of the trees. "You'll fall in!"

He looked up at her as she slid awkwardly down the bank and grabbed his arm. Tugging him back up the slope, she saw his questioning expression. Somehow she knew it wasn't because of her pulling. At the top of the bank, he looked back at the river again.

Her gaze followed his.

"Dustin?" he said in a low voice.

Carolyn looked at the clothes scattered under the oak. Her eyes went back to the water. She looked down the river with the current and upriver to her left.

"Dustin?" Paul said again.

He kept staring toward the center of the channel.

Carolyn brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

-- (c) Charles Wilson. All Rights Reserved.

What People are Saying About This

John Grisham

With his taut tales and fast words, Charles Wilson will be around for a long time. I hope so.

Dean Dunn

Eminently plausible, chilling in its details, and highly entertaining straight through to its finale.

Editorial Reviews

"Eminently plausible, chilling in its detail, and highly entertaining straight through to its finale." — Dr. Dean A. Dunn, Professor of Oceanography and Paleontology, University of Southern Mississippi

"With his taut and fast words, Charles Wilson will be around for a long time. I hope so."— John Grisham

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