The Stone Monkey (Lincoln Rhyme Series #4)

The Stone Monkey (Lincoln Rhyme Series #4)

by Jeffery Deaver

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The follow-up to Jeffery Deaver’s massive bestseller The Bone Collector (also a feature film starring Angelina Jolie and Denzel Washington) The Stone Monkey is a “simply outstanding” (San Jose Mercury News) addition to the Lincoln Rhyme series.

Recruited to help the FBI and the Immigration and Naturalization Service, Lincoln Rhyme and Amelia Sachs manage to track down a cargo ship headed for New York City carrying two dozen illegal Chinese immigrants, as well as the notorious human smuggler and killer known as “the Ghost.” But when the Ghost’s capture goes disastrously wrong, Lincoln and Amelia find themselves in a race to track him down before he can find and murder the two surviving families from the ship, who have vanished into the labyrinth of New York City’s Chinese community. As Rhyme struggles to locate the families, aided by a quirky policeman from mainland China, Sachs finds herself forming a connection with one of the immigrants that may affect her relationship with her partner and lover.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780743520652
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Audio
Publication date: 03/28/2002
Series: Lincoln Rhyme Series , #4
Edition description: Abridged, 5 CDs, 5 hrs.
Pages: 5
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 6.00(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Jeffery Deaver is the #1 international bestselling author of more than forty novels, three collections of short stories, and a nonfiction law book. His books are sold in 150 countries and translated into 25 languages. His first novel featuring Lincoln Rhyme, The Bone Collector, was made into a major motion picture starring Denzel Washington and Angelina Jolie, which is currently being adapted for television by NBC.

He's received or been shortlisted for a number of awards around the world, including Novel of the Year by the International Thriller Writers and the Steel Dagger from the Crime Writers' Association in the United Kingdom. In 2014, he was the recipient of three lifetime achievement awards. A former journalist, folksinger, and attorney, he was born outside of Chicago and has a bachelor of journalism degree from the University of Missouri and a law degree from Fordham University.


Washington, D.C.

Date of Birth:

May 6, 1950

Place of Birth:

Chicago, Illinois


B.A., University of Missouri; Juris Doctor, cum laude, Fordham University School of Law

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Chapter One

They were the vanished, they were the unfortunate.

To the human smugglers — the snakeheads — who carted them around the world like pallets of damaged goods, they were ju-jia, piglets.

To the American INS agents who interdicted their ships and arrested and deported them they were undocumenteds.

They were the hopeful. Who were trading homes and family and a thousand years of ancestry for the hard certainty of risky, laborious years ahead of them.

Who had the slimmest of chances to take root in a place where their families could prosper, where freedom and money and contentment were, the story went, as common as sunlight and rain.

They were his fragile cargo.

And now, legs steady against the raging, five-meter-high seas, Captain Sen Zi-jun made his way from the bridge down two decks into the murky hold to deliver the grim message that their weeks of difficult journeying might have been in vain.

It was just before dawn on a Tuesday in August. The stocky captain, whose head was shaved and who sported an elaborate bushy mustache, slipped past the empty containers lashed to the deck of the seventy-two-meter Fuzhou Dragon as camouflage and opened the heavy steel door to the hold. He looked down at the two-dozen people huddled there, in the grim, windowless space. Trash and children's plastic blocks floated in the shallow tide under the cheap cots.

Despite the pitching waves, Captain Sen — a thirty-year veteran of the seas — walked down the steep metal steps without using the handrails and strode into the middle of the hold. He checked the carbon dioxide meter and found the levels acceptable though the air was vile with the smell of diesel fuel and humans who'd lived for two weeks in close proximity.

Unlike many of the captains and crew who operated "buckets" — human smuggling ships — and who at best ignored or sometimes even beat or raped the passengers, Sen didn't mistreat them. Indeed he believed that he was doing a good thing: transporting these families from difficulty to, if not certain wealth, at least the hope of a happy life in America, Meiguo in Chinese, which means the "Beautiful Country."

On this particular voyage, however, most of the immigrants distrusted him. And why not? They assumed he was in league with the snakehead who'd chartered the Dragon: Kwan Ang, known universally by his nickname, Gui, the Ghost. Tainted by the snakehead's reputation for violence, Captain Sen's efforts to engage the immigrants in conversation had been rebuffed and had yielded only one friend. Chang Jingerzi — who preferred his Western name of Sam Chang — was a forty-five-year-old former college professor from a suburb of the huge port city of Fuzhou in southeastern China. He was bringing his entire family to America: his wife, two sons and Chang's widower father.

A half-dozen times on the trip Chang and Sen had sat in the hold, sipped the potent mao-tai that the captain always had in good supply on his ship and talked about life in China and in the United States.

Captain Sen now saw Chang sitting on a cot in a forward corner of the hold. The tall, placid man frowned, a reaction to the look in the captain's eyes. Chang handed his teenage son the book he'd been reading to his family and rose to meet the captain.

Everyone around them fell silent.

"Our radar shows a fast-moving ship on course to intercept us."

Dismay blossomed in the faces of those who'd overheard.

"The Americans?" Chang asked. "Their Coast Guard?"

"I think it must be," the captain answered. "We're in U.S. waters."

Sen looked at the frightened faces of the immigrants around him. Like most shiploads of illegals that Sen had transported, these people — many of them strangers before they'd met — had formed a close bond of friendship. And they now gripped hands or whispered among themselves, some seeking, some offering reassurance. The captain's eyes settled on a woman holding an eighteen-month-old girl in her arms. Her mother — whose face was scarred from a beating at a reeducation camp — lowered her head and began to cry.

"What can we do?" Chang asked, troubled.

Captain Sen knew he was a vocal dissident in China and had been desperate to flee the country. If he was deported by U.S. Immigration he'd probably end up in one of the infamous jails in western China as a political prisoner.

"We're not far from the drop-off spot. We're running at full speed. It may be possible to get close enough to put you ashore in rafts."

"No, no," Chang said. "In these waves? We'd all die."

"There's a natural harbor I'm steering for. It should be calm enough for you to board the rafts. At the beach there'll be trucks to take you to New York."

"And what about you?" Chang asked.

"I'll head back into the storm. By the time it's safe for them to board you'll be on highways of gold, heading toward the city of diamonds....Now tell everyone to get their belongings together. But only the most important things. Your money, your pictures. Leave everything else. It will be a race to the shore. Stay below until the Ghost or I tell you to come up top."

Captain Sen hurried up the steep ladder, on his way to the bridge. As he climbed he said a brief prayer for their survival to Tian Hou, the goddess of sailors, then dodged a wall of gray water that vaulted the side of the ship.

On the bridge he found the Ghost standing over the radar unit, staring into the rubber glare shade. The man stood completely still, bracing himself against the rolling of the sea.

Some snakeheads dressed as if they were wealthy Cantonese gangsters from a John Woo film but the Ghost always wore the standard outfit of most Chinese men — simple slacks and short-sleeved shirts. He was muscular but diminutive, clean-shaven, hair longer than a typical businessman's but never styled with cream or spray.

"They will intercept us in fifteen minutes," the snakehead said. Even now, facing interdiction and arrest, he seemed as lethargic as a ticket seller in a rural long-distance bus station.

"Fifteen?" the captain replied. "Impossible. How many knots are they making?"

Sen walked to the chart table, the centerpiece of all ocean-crossing vessels. On it sat a U.S. Defense Mapping Agency nautical chart of the area. He had to judge the two ships' relative positions from this and from the radar; because of the risk of being traced, the Dragon's global positioning system and her EPIRB emergency beacon and Global Maritime Distress and Safety System were disconnected.

"I think it will be at least forty minutes," the captain said.

"No, I timed the distance they've traveled since we spotted them."

Captain Sen glanced at the crewman piloting the Fuzhou Dragon, sweating as he gripped the wheel in his struggle to keep the Turk's head knot of twine, tied around a spoke, straight up, indicating that the rudder was aligned with the hull. The throttles were full forward. If the Ghost was right in his assessment of when the cutter would intercept them they would not be able to make the protected harbor in time. At best they could get within a half mile of the nearby rocky shore — close enough to launch the rafts but subjecting them to merciless pounding by the tempestuous seas.

The Ghost asked the captain, "What sort of weapons will they have?"

"Don't you know?"

"I've never been interdicted," the Ghost replied. "Tell me."

Ships under Sen's command had been stopped and boarded twice before — fortunately on legitimate voyages, not when he was running immigrants for snakeheads. But the experience had been harrowing. A dozen armed Coast Guard sailors had streamed onto the vessel while another one, on the deck of the cutter, had trained a two-barreled machine gun on him and his crew. There'd been a small cannon too.

He now told the Ghost what they might expect.

The Ghost nodded. "We need to consider our options."

"What options?" Captain Sen now asked. "You're not thinking of fighting them, are you? No. I won't allow it."

But the snakehead didn't answer. He remained braced at the radar stand, staring at the screen.

The man seemed placid but, Sen supposed, he must've been enraged. No snakehead he'd ever worked with had taken so many precautions to avoid capture and detection as the Ghost on this voyage. The two-dozen immigrants had met in an abandoned warehouse outside of Fuzhou and waited there for two days, under the watch of a partner of the Ghost's — a "little snakehead." The man had then loaded the Chinese onto a chartered Tupolev 154, which had flown to a deserted military airfield near St. Petersburg in Russia. There they'd climbed into a shipping container, been driven 120 kilometers to the town of Vyborg and boarded the Fuzhou Dragon, which Sen had sailed into the Russian port just the day before. He himself had meticulously filled out the customs documents and manifests — everything according to the book, so as not to arouse suspicion. The Ghost had joined them at the last minute and the ship had sailed on schedule. Through the Baltic Sea, the North Sea, the English Channel, then the Dragon had crossed the famous starting point of transatlantic voyages in the Celtic Sea — 490N 70W — and had begun steaming southwest toward Long Island, New York.

There was not a single thing about the voyage that would arouse the suspicion of the U.S. authorities. "How did the Coast Guard do it?" the captain asked.

"What?" the Ghost responded absently.

"Find us. No one could have. It's impossible."

The Ghost straightened up and pushed outside into the raging wind, calling back, "Who knows? Maybe it was magic."

Copyright © 2002 by Jeffery Deaver

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The Stone Monkey (Lincoln Rhyme Series #4) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 72 reviews.
XMan More than 1 year ago
Well known for his bone-chilling psychological thrillers, Jeffery Deaver brings the two cunning detectives back in the fourth entry in the notorious Lincoln Rhyme series. Although he makes a decent attempt to hook his readers into the story, he yet again fails to deliver.

Returning to thier familiar hometown of the Big Apple are on pursuit of the "Ghost", a ruthless Chinese immigrant smuggler. The book opens with Rhyme and Sachs pursuint the snakehead's (smuggler's) boat of illegal Chinese immigrants. When their attempt to catch him turns into a fiasco, the two begin to realize that it's only a matter of time before he decides to kill the surviving families. Over the next 48 hours, the two detectives, along with the help of a Chinese beat, hunt for the foreign smuggler.

I have to admit that THE STONE MONKEY is another letdown by Deaver, though not as quite as his previous Rhyme novel THE EMPTY CHAIR. What I liked most about this book was the beginning pursuit of the Ghost. But from thereon in, the plot began to fall apart.

Fans are normally use to how Deaver cleverly draws his characters into his novels. From chapter to chapter, it seemed to me that the author went bananas when writing this book, failing to deliver this strenth of his into the book. Another thing I noticed while reading was that Rhyme was barely present throughout the scenes in the book. I felt that I did not feel that cunning, forensic intuition that I use to in the earlier Rhyme novels. As I was reading page after page of the investigation, I kept asking myself "Where did Rhyme go?"

What disappointed me the most while reading THE STONE MONKEY was Deaver's failing attempt to know who the Ghost was. I was aware that he was a killer, indeed, but yet I didn't become aware of either his troubled past nor any of the losses that he has taken during then that have motivated him to commit the acts that he has.

Sad to say, Deaver has yet agian disappointed his fans by failing to deliver the strengths that make his novels enjoyable.
kimmy0ne on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A great thriller with an unexpected twist.
wispywillow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
At first I didn't think I would like this one as much as The Empty Chair, but I was wrong. Jeffery Deaver once again creates a fabulous tale starring Lincoln Rhyme and Amelia Sachs--a quadraplegic and a woman with a painful case of chronic arthritis--who pair up time and again as an amazing team.I'll be looking for more Lincoln Rhyme/Amelia Sachs novels by Mr. Deaver.
unrequitedlibrarian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Tone of language: Deadly realistic tempered by philosophical musings Characters: At the top of their game, savvy and focused Plot twists: Clever maneuvers countered by brillliant deductions and a few surprising switched identities Pace: Unrelenting, ruthless Values: Embrace your limitations and accept the challenges Sexuality: Mostly sane, stable committed relationships. Background research: Chinese culture, spinal cord injury, forensics, deep sea diving Objectionable to any group: Chinese, the FBI Target audience: Everyone Flaws: One major flaw concerning why the smuggler would kill the immigrants on the boat instead of simply escaping from the boat is resolved at the end.
Djupstrom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the first Jeffery Deaver novel I have read, and I was happy with it. It might not have been the most suspenseful thriller I have ever read, but it was a good mystery. I am looking forward to reading more.
riverwillow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another thriller with lots of twists and turns to keep the reader guessing - although I did begin did guess the true identity of The Ghost a few pages before it was announced, but this did not diminish my enjoyment of the book, especially as the final dénouement explained a major element of the plot which needed further explanation.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book.
DaveMI More than 1 year ago
Once again Jeffery Deaver does not disappoint the reader. Great read.
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As usual Rhymes and Sachs rock and roll and keep you rivited to read every chance you get. This ones a nail biter. Very detailed with twists and turns.
DNA45 More than 1 year ago
Deaver could have been a Master Weaver. What seems like a “dropped switch” in the story line is “forensic evidence” that must be written in the mind of the reader. That which appeared to be dropped and of little to no importance to the story becomes the thread that enlightens the beauty of the case. Monkey dust…. The longing for freedom and the opportunity to achieve drives those who escape the sinking people freighter to will the laying down their own lives so the dream can continue in those who have the strength to gain freedom sought. The Stone Monkey is much more than the struggle of good and evil. It shows the reader that by observing the normally unnoticed aspects of life, good can gain its triumph. Failure to observe….
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auntrosie More than 1 year ago
Jeffery Deaver knows how to keep your interest. I've read almost all the Lincoln Rhyme Series plus other independent novels. I don't like to give away plots, I prefer to let the reader discover this man's amazing ability to keep you spell-bound from start to finish. Illegal Chinese immigrants are being smuggled into the US by a homicidal smuggler. When two families jump ship, he must find them and murder them because they're witness to his devious wrongdoings. He needs to find and eliminate them. Forensics expert Lincoln Rhyme must find the families before the "Ghost" can silence them. A real page-turner!
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