Kingdom Come

by Tim Green Narrated by Stephen Hoye

Overview

AN AMBITIOUS WIFE.
A THIRST FOR POWER.
A CHANCE TO HAVE IT ALL.

“I never thought I could kill anyone. I don't mean in a rage, or in self-defense, or in a war. I mean killing someone to get what you want. That wasn't me. But even the best of us has that bad side.”

How far would you go for unlimited wealth and power?

For Thane Coder, a shot at running one of the richest, most influential corporations in America was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. And with his*seductive, savvy wife, Jessica, showing him the way, his fate was decided.

All it took was a back door, a snowy night, and an old hunting knife to unlock more money than Thane could ever imagine.

After he murders his boss, mentor, and friend James King, Thane and Jessica leap into a life of corporate jets and tropical hideaways-a world of infinite luxury and privilege. But when King's son surfaces with suspicion and revenge on his mind, the Coders' empire begins to crumble.

In KINGDOM COME, boardrooms become hunting grounds, handshakes become blood oaths, and even the people you hold closest to you-your family-become suspect. Set against the rugged backdrop of his native upstate New York and the gritty streets of Manhattan, this is Tim Green at his best, writing hard-hitting, vivid prose about how a few deadly sins can lead any one of us down a bloody path.

Editorial Reviews

Self-made billionaire Bob King can't fathom the meaning of the word "retirement." Though a trio of heir apparents are waiting hopefully in the wings, he devises a plan to make himself CEO for life. In this case, a very short life: For one of his associates, Bob's latest selfish act seals his doom. But this "remedial murder" is only the first step of treachery....

Kirkus Reviews

An ambitious soccer mom drives her husband to murder. When Jessica Coder was a child, her mother held Jessica's hand to a red-hot stove burner. Years later, Jessica lost her first child when her husband Thane's business associate, James King, refused help that could have saved the boy's life. Now Jessica seeks revenge. She prods her sappy husband to shaft King in a business deal that will make them rich enough to turn their upstate New York home into a palace and send them jetting all over the world. So what if Thane has to consort with the Mafia, deceive the FBI and murder three men? He suffers an occasional crisis of conscience, even spotting King's (read Banquo's) ghost a couple of times. But his wife's passionate whispers keep him going. "You eat or you get eaten," Thane admits to a prison psychiatrist in one of several scenes that dminish the suspense factor by revealing early on that Thane and Jessica are doomed. Alas, convicted killer Thane gives readers little to pull for, as does wife Jessica, a ludicrous and nearly laughable Lady Macbeth from Skineatles who pops pills, hides from mirrors and comes on to a repellant Mafioso. Green (Exact Revenge, 2005) thus leaves himself with only the chase to engage readers. Jessica's scheme, intricate enough, gives Thane the daunting task of pitting the FBI against the mob against King's business enterprise, which is involved in building a New Jersey shopping center to rival the Mall of America. All of this plays out in some fairly supple action scenes. Nevertheless, the book possesses a been-there escaped-that quality, as when Thane, headed home in his truck during a lightning storm, floors it to ditch some FBI agents. This pot never quiteboils.

OCT/NOV 06 - AudioFile

In an interview with a psychiatrist before being released into the Witness Protection Program, Thane Coder tells how he murdered, stole, and conspired with his aggressive wife to take over a construction empire and line their own pockets. Narrated in both the first-person and omniscient points of view, the story reveals how Thane murdered his boss/mentor, how Thane and his wife became involved with the Mob and the union, and how it all ended. Brick’s mastery of narration saves this abridgment, made disjointed by abrupt shifts in point of view as well as jumps in time and place. Music cues the abridging edits, allowing the listener to shift focus--somewhat. M.B.K. © AudioFile 2006, Portland, Maine

Product Details

BN ID:	2940171932466
Publisher:	Penguin Random House
Publication date:	07/04/2006
Edition description:	Unabridged

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Kingdom Come

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By Tim Green

Warner Books

Copyright © 2006 Tim Green
All right reserved.
ISBN: 0-446-57742-1

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Chapter One

Most people would have done what I did," I say.

"That's an interesting statement," the shrink says. "Most people wouldn't kill a man who was like a father to them."

"He wasn't my father."

"I said 'like' a father."

I nod, because that was true.

"I guess, when you think about it," I say, "he gave me things my father never did. But he also took things away. Money. My wife. My child. Things no father would take from his son."

"What do you mean he took them?" the shrink asks. "That's not what really happened, is it? He didn't take your wife."

"Okay. He moved the pieces on the board in a way that they were taken from me. It's all the same."

"And he deserved to die for that? The others too?"

"I don't know if any of them deserved it," I say. "But it happened, and it would have happened that way to most people. All I wanted was to get ahead, to have my wife, my family."

"Do you really think so, Thane?" he says, looking at his notebook. "That most people would have done what you did?"

"I thought you shrinks are supposed to ask about my mother. What's all this father stuff?"

"You didn't kill your mother-figure," he says in his deep rumble of a voice.

"Or my wife."

He raises an eyebrow. "Why do you mention her? Did she deserve what happened?"

I look awayand sigh. "In a way. Maybe. I dream about it. Her."

"Freud said dreams are wishes," he says. "Look. Let's just start from the beginning. How about you tell me the story?"

"So you can write a book?" I ask.

"So I can help."

"You think I need help?" I say. "I'm a shell. A couple of weeks and I'm out of here. This is just going through the motions. I'll walk out of here and I won't even be Thane Coder anymore. Mike Jenkins. That's the name they're giving me. They've got me a job in a metal shop. Fifteen dollars an hour and a little two-bedroom box outside Bozeman. You ever been to Montana?"

"You're still a person," he says. "You still need to cope."

Over the past six years, I've seen other guys like this. Other shrinks with dreams of helping those beyond help, or who didn't have what it takes to have an officeful of books and leather furniture. They never really help. They just dredge up the muck that's better off left at the bottom. But there's something about the idea of finally being free that makes me giddy enough to want to talk, even about this.

"How far back?" I ask with a sigh.

"What about the storm?" he says, tapping his pen. "Tell me about that. From what I've seen in your file, that seems to push a button."

On the other side of the brick and bars, I hear the sound of the scum spilling out into the yard below. Hooting in the cold air. Their words drift skyward in smoky puffs. The noise of their obscene banter is muffled by the dirty window of the small square room. I look out and see the wall. At its crest the empty eye of the tower stares down. A guard bent over a book. His rifle nowhere in sight.

I think about Jessica, my wife. Pretty dark hair. Sexy in a girlish way. She was a sweet girl. That's how I'd describe her, what she was, even after everything. Even though I blame her.

How sick.

How could a prison head doctor understand that?

"I never thought I could kill anyone," I say, then I sigh again because I know I'm going to tell him, even though it won't do either of us any good.

"I don't mean in a rage, or in self-defense, or in a war. I mean killing someone to get what you want. That wasn't me. But even the best of us has that bad side. I'm not saying I was the best, but I wasn't the worst either. I think I was about where most people are. It was the situation."

He's taking notes now, the blue Bic rolling across the yellow paper. One fat finger is constricted by a college ring with an orange stone. The gold inscriptions are flattened and worn. I'm used to the shrinks writing when I talk, but not this way, in big looping letters that list to one side.

"What?" he says.

"Nothing. I loved my wife. Jessica. I loved the men too. The ones I killed. You believe that? But love, hate. Sometimes they're close, right?"

The shrink smiles like I just figured out that the world is round. He grabs his college ring and gives it a twist.

"And, I wanted the money. Real money. Yeah, I know. I had millions coming to me. But the more money you have, the more you want. You own a mansion on the beach in Tortola, you want a private plane to get there. Then your neighbor takes you out on his yacht and you think how nice that'd be. Maybe a chopper to get there quicker. It never ends. Trust me, when I started out, I thought if I could make a hundred thousand dollars a year with a mortgage-free house I'd have everything I ever needed. That was before Jessica, though."

"You blame that on her, then?" he asks. "This greed."

"I grew up where you didn't try to pass things off on other people," I say. "But you listen, then you figure out how much of it was me and how much her. You'll get it."

I take a deep breath and say: "Six years ago, but it doesn't seem that long. It was a bad night."

"In what way?"

"In the way that after that, it was all downhill," I say. "The weather too, this cold rain and wet snow that fell straight down. The sky was black."

(Continues...)

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