By John D. MacDonald

How a ways may you visit store your loved ones? In John D. MacDonald's iconic masterwork of suspense, the foundation for now not one yet Hollywood hits, a mild-mannered family members is stricken by an obsessed criminal--and with the gurus powerless to guard them, they need to take the legislations into their very own hands.

Introduction via Dean Koontz

Sam Bowden has all of it: a profitable legislation occupation, a faithful spouse, and 3 childrens. yet a terrifying determine from Bowden's earlier looms within the shadows, ready to shatter his pristine existence.

Fourteen years in the past, Bowden's testimony positioned Max Cady at the back of bars. Ever on account that, the convicted rapist has been nursing a grudge into an unrelenting ardour for revenge. Cady has been counting the times till he's let out, desirous to break the guy he blames for all his issues. Now that point has come.

Praise for Cape Fear

"The better of [John D. MacDonald's stand-alone] novels . . . an acute mental learn of base intuition, terror, blunders, and uncooked emotion."--Lee Child

"A robust and scary story."--The ny Times

"Terrific suspense."--The Philadelphia Inquirer

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He paused, switched on the flashlight, and searched among the vertical posts, along the horizontal supports. On the catwalk, I ducked my head behind the storage chest. A moment later the probing light swept over me, east to west, back again, and then away. Although Boo had moved past me and stood with his head through a gap in the railing, watching the giant, he remained visible only to me. When the searcher had moved out of sight into the labyrinth of posts and purlins and struts, I rose to my feet.

I propped the flashlight on his chest. Because his head was raised on a mound of sand, the bright beam bathed him from chin to hairline. If something like Godzilla woke in a Pacific abyss and decided to come ashore to flatten our picturesque community, this guy’s face would dissuade it from a rampage, and the scaly beast would return meekly to the peace of the deeps. With the fog-diffused lights of town to guide me, I slogged across the wide beach. I did not proceed directly east. Perhaps Flashlight Guy had told the pier crew that he was on the shore due west of some landmark, by which they could find him.

Eye of newt. Wool-of-bat hair. Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips. A lolling tongue like a fillet of fenny snake. He was not exactly Odd Hours 51 ugly, but he looked peculiar, as if he’d been conjured in a cauldron by Macbeth’s coven of witches. When he had fallen, a slim cell phone had slid half out of his shirt pocket. If he was in league with the trio at the pier, he might have called them when he heard me swimming ashore. After rolling him onto his side, I took the wallet from his hip pocket. Supposing he had summoned help moments before I had come ashore, I needed to move on quickly and could not pore through his ID there on the beach.

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