The Twelfth Card (Lincoln Rhyme Series #6)

The Twelfth Card (Lincoln Rhyme Series #6)

by Jeffery Deaver

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“Deaver’s labyrinthine plots are astonishing”(The New York Times Book Review) in this bestselling thriller featuring a hitman who is out to kill a young girl in Harlem and in order to save her, Lincoln Rhyme has to solve a cold case that’s over 150 years old.

Unlocking a cold case with explosive implications for the future of civil rights, forensics expert Lincoln Rhyme and his protégé, Amelia Sachs, must outguess a killer who has targeted a high school girl from Harlem who is digging into the past of one of her ancestors, a former slave. What buried secrets from 140 years ago could have an assassin out for innocent blood? And what chilling message is hidden in his calling card, the hanged man of the tarot deck? Rhyme must anticipate the next strike or become history—in the New York Times bestseller that proves “there is no thriller writer today like Jeffery Deaver” (San Jose Mercury News).

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780743274432
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 06/07/2005
Series: Lincoln Rhyme Series , #6
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 23,167
File size: 3 MB

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

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One: The Three-Fifths Man

Tuesday, October 9

His face wet with sweat and with tears, the man runs for freedom, he runs for his life.

"There! There he goes!"

The former slave does not know exactly where the voice comes from. Behind him? To the right or left? From atop one of the decrepit tenements lining the filthy cobblestoned streets here?

Amid July air hot and thick as liquid paraffin, the lean man leaps over a pile of horse dung. The street sweepers don't come here, to this part of the city. Charles Singleton pauses beside a pallet stacked high with barrels, trying to catch his breath.

A crack of a pistol. The bullet goes wide. The sharp report of the gun takes him back instantly to the war: the impossible, mad hours as he stood his ground in a dusty blue uniform, steadying a heavy musket, facing men wearing dusty gray, aiming their own weapons his way.

Running faster now. The men fire again. These bullets also miss.

"Somebody stop him! Five dollars' gold if you catch him."

But the few people out on the streets this early -- mostly Irish ragpickers and laborers trooping to work with hods or picks on their shoulders -- have no inclination to stop the Negro, who has fierce eyes and large muscles and such frightening determination. As for the reward, the shouted offer came from a city constable, which means there's no coin behind the promise.

At the Twenty-third Street paintworks, Charles veers west. He slips on the slick cobblestones and falls hard. A mounted policeman rounds the corner and, raising his nightstick, bears down on the fallen man. And then --

And? the girl thought.


What happened to him?

Sixteen-year-old Geneva Settle twisted the knob on the microfiche reader again but it would move no farther; she'd come to the last page on this carriage. She lifted out the metal rectangle containing the lead article in the July 23, 1868, edition of Coloreds' Weekly Illustrated. Riffling through the other frames in the dusty box, she worried that the remaining pages of the article were missing and she'd never find out what happened to her ancestor Charles Singleton. She'd learned that historical archives regarding black history were often incomplete, if not forever misplaced.

Where was the rest of the story?

Ah...Finally she found it and mounted the carriage carefully into the battered gray reader, moving the knob impatiently to locate the continuation of the story of Charles's flight.

Geneva's lush imagination -- and years of immersing herself in books -- had given her the wherewithal to embellish the bare-bones magazine account of the former slave's pursuit through the hot, foul streets of nineteenth-century New York. She almost felt she was back there, rather than where she really was at the moment: nearly 140 years later in the deserted fifth-floor library of the Museum of African-American Culture and History on Fifty-fifth Street in Midtown Manhattan.

As she twisted the dial, the pages streamed past on the grainy screen. Geneva found the rest of the article, which was headlined:






A picture accompanying the article showed twenty-eight-year-old Charles Singleton in his Civil War uniform. He was tall, his hands were large and the tight fit of the uniform on his chest and arms suggested powerful muscles. Lips broad, cheekbones high, head round, skin quite dark.

Staring at the unsmiling face, the calm, piercing eyes, the girl believed there was a resemblance between them -- she had the head and face of her ancestor, the roundness of his features, the rich shade of his skin. Not a bit of the Singleton physique, though. Geneva Settle was skinny as a grade-school boy, as the Delano Project girls loved to point out.

She began to read once more, but a noise intruded.

A click in the room. A door latch? Then she heard footsteps. They paused. Another step. Finally silence. She glanced behind her, saw nobody.

She felt a chill, but told herself not to be freaked. It was just bad memories that put her on edge: the Delano girls whaling on her in the school yard behind Langston Hughes High, and that time Tonya Brown and her crew from the St. Nicholas Houses dragged her into an alley then pounded her so bad that she lost a back tooth. Boys groped, boys dissed, boys put you down. But it was the girls who made you bleed.

Get her down, cut her, cut the bitch...

More footsteps. Another pause.


The nature of this place didn't help. Dim, musty, quiet. And there was no one else here, not at eight-fifteen on a Tuesday morning. The museum wasn't open yet -- tourists were still asleep or having their breakfasts -- but the library opened at eight. Geneva had been waiting here when they unlocked the doors, she'd been so eager to read the article. She now sat in a cubicle at the end of a large exhibit hall, where faceless mannequins wore nineteenth-century costumes and the walls were filled with paintings of men in bizarre hats, women in bonnets and horses with wack, skinny legs.

Another footstep. Then another pause.

Should she leave? Go hang with Dr. Barry, the librarian, until this creepy dude left?

And then the other visitor laughed.

Not a weird laugh, a fun laugh.

And he said, "Okay. I'll call you later."

A snap of a cell phone folding up. That's why he'd been pausing, just listening to the person on the other end of the line.

Told you not to worry, girl. People aren't dangerous when they laugh. They aren't dangerous when they say friendly things on cell phones. He'd been walking slowly because that's what people do when they're talking -- even though what kind of rude claimer'd make a phone call in a library? Geneva turned back to the microfiche screen, wondering, You get away, Charles? Man, I hope so.

Yet he regained his footing and, rather than own up to his mischief, as a courageous man would do, continued his cowardly flight.

So much for objective reporting, she thought angrily.

For a time he evaded his pursuers. But escape was merely temporary. A Negro tradesman on a porch saw the freedman and implored him to stop, in the name of justice, asserting that he had heard of Mr. Singleton's crime and reproaching him for bringing dishonor upon all colored people throughout the nation. The citizen, one Walker Loakes, thereupon flung a brick at Mr. Singleton with the intent of knocking him down. However,

Charles dodges the heavy stone and turns to the man, shouting, "I am innocent. I did not do what the police say!"

Geneva's imagination had taken over and, inspired by the text, was writing the story once again.

But Loakes ignores the freedman's protests and runs into the street, calling to the police that the fugitive is headed for the docks.

His heart torn, his thoughts clinging to the image of Violet and their son, Joshua, the former slave continues his desperate run for freedom.

Sprinting, sprinting...

Behind him comes the gallop of mounted police. Ahead of him, other horsemen appear, led by a helmeted police officer brandishing a pistol. "Halt, halt where you are, Charles Singleton! I am Detective Captain William Simms. I've been searching for you for two days."

The freedman does as ordered. His broad shoulders slump, strong arms at his sides, chest heaving as he sucks in the humid, rancid air beside the Hudson River. Nearby is the tow boat office, and up and down the river he sees the spindles of sailing ship masts, hundreds of them, taunting him with their promise of freedom. He leans, gasping, against the large Swiftsure Express Company sign. Charles stares at the approaching officer as the clop, clop, clop of his horse's hooves resonate loudly on the cobblestones.

"Charles Singleton, you are under arrest for burglary. You will surrender to us or we will subdue you. Either way you will end up in shackles. Pick the first and you will suffer no pain. Pick the second, you will end up bloody. The choice is yours."

"I have been accused of a crime I did not commit!"

"I repeat: Surrender or die. Those are your only choices."

"No, sir, I have one other," Charles shouts. He resumes his flight -- toward the dock.

"Stop or we will shoot!" Detective Simms calls.

But the freedman bounds over the railing of the pier like a horse taking a picket in a charge. He seems to hang in the air for a moment then cartwheels thirty feet into the murky waters of the Hudson River, muttering some words, perhaps a plea to Jesus, perhaps a declaration of love for his wife and child, though whatever they might be none of his pursuers can hear.

Fifty feet from the microfiche reader forty-one-year-old Thompson Boyd moved closer to the girl.

He pulled the stocking cap over his face, adjusted the eyeholes and opened the cylinder of his pistol to make sure it wasn't jammed. He'd checked it earlier but, in this job, you could never be too certain. He put the gun into his pocket and pulled the billy club out of a slit cut into his dark raincoat.

He was in the stacks of books in the costume exhibit hall, which separated him from the microfiche-reader tables. His latex-gloved fingers pressed his eyes, which had been stinging particularly sharply this morning. He blinked from the pain.

He looked around again, making sure the room was in fact deserted.

No guards were here, none downstairs either. No security cameras or sign-in sheets. All good. But there were some logistical problems. The big room was deathly quiet, and Thompson couldn't hide his approach to the girl. She'd know someone was in the room with her and might become edgy and alert.

So after he'd stepped inside this wing of the library and locked the door behind him, he'd laughed, a chuckle. Thompson Boyd had stopped laughing years ago. But he was also a craftsman who understood the power of humor -- and how to use it to your advantage in this line of work. A laugh -- coupled with a farewell pleasantry and a closing cell phone -- would put her at ease, he reckoned.

This ploy seemed to work. He looked quickly around the long row of shelves and saw the girl, staring at the microfiche screen. Her hands, at her sides, seemed to clench and unclench nervously at what she was reading.

He started forward.

Then stopped. The girl was pushing away from the table. He heard her chair slide on the linoleum. She was walking somewhere. Leaving? No. He heard the sound of the drinking fountain and her gulping some water. Then he heard her pulling books off the shelf and stacking them up on the microfiche table. Another pause and she returned to the stacks once again, gathering more books. The thud as she set them down. Finally he heard the screech of her chair as she sat once more. Then silence.

Thompson looked again. She was back in her chair, reading one of the dozen books piled in front of her.

With the bag containing the condoms, razor knife and duct tape in his left hand, the club in his right, he started toward her again.

Coming up behind her now, twenty feet, fifteen, holding his breath.

Ten feet. Even if she bolted now, he could lunge forward and get her -- break a knee or stun her with a blow to the head.

Eight feet, five...

He paused and silently set the rape pack on a shelf. He took the club in both hands. He stepped closer, lifting the varnished oak rod.

Still absorbed in the words, she read intently, oblivious to the fact that her attacker was an arm's length behind her. Thompson swung the club downward with all his strength toward the top of the girl's stocking cap.


A painful vibration stung his hands as the baton struck her head with a hollow snap.

But something was wrong. The sound, the feel were off. What was going on?

Thompson Boyd leapt back as the body fell to the floor.

And tumbled into pieces.

The torso of the mannequin fell one way. The head another. Thompson stared for a moment. He glanced to his side and saw a ball gown draped over the bottom half of the same mannequin -- part of a display on women's clothing in Reconstruction America.


Somehow, she'd tipped to the fact that he was a threat. She'd then collected some books from the shelves as a cover for standing up and taking apart a mannequin. She'd dressed the upper part of it in her own sweatshirt and stocking cap then propped it on the chair.

But where was she?

The slap of racing feet answered the question. Thompson Boyd heard her sprinting for the fire door. The man slipped the billy club into his coat, pulled out his gun and started after her.

Copyright © 2005 by Jeffery Deaver

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The Twelfth Card (Lincoln Rhyme Series #6) 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 56 reviews.
XMan More than 1 year ago
For over the past decade, bestselling mystery writer Jeffery Deaver has astonished readers with the creation of Lincoln Rhyme, the fictional quadriplegic who, throughout the notorious series, has successfully answered the one question lingering from everyone's mind: how can you solve a crime that you cannot see? Throughout the books, fans have become aware of not only the elevated brilliance of the well known criminalist, but also of the love interest that he shares with his partner, Amelia Sachs. Despite of the some of the graphic crime scenes that two have had to encounter behind the yellow police tape, Deaver fails to deliver in THE TWELFTH CARD. In this sixth series entry, the duo take on a case that they have never took on before; one that has gone cold for 140 years. Throughout the entire case, both Rhyme and Sachs try in their best efforts to protect Geneva Settle, a sixteen-year old Harlem student who nearly gets ambushed by a crazed assassin in the beginning scenes of the book. By digging further into the investigation, Rhyme and Sachs later discover that the ruthless assassin may be after her because of a term paper she is working on regarding Charles Singleton, a former slave and an ancestor of Geneva's. Moreover, they find out that the madman who skulks Geneva leaves his calling card of the Hanged Man, the "twelfth card" in the tarot deck. They also discover that Charles witheld a devastating secret that he found to be too ahamed to reveal. Thoughout the investigation, questions linger through Rhyme and Sachs: Why is this crazed madman on the hunt for innocent blood? What secrets are lied within his calling card? And most important, what type of "secret" would Charles have had been veiling for all this time? Sad to say, Deaver disappoints his fans in this entry. Throughout the majority of the narration of the book, readers will become exposed with various slang that they will happen to find tedious. Such figures of speech impedes Deaver's main talent in psychological writing. As he did in THE STONE MONKEY, the author yet again fails to deliver what makes this series enjoyable for readers. A key literary element that seems to torpedo Deaver's attempt lies within the one-dimensional character development of not only Rhyme, but of also the majority of the other remaining characters. Througout the investigation, the interaction of characters made by Rhyme lackes the ecstacy that made the disabled criminalist popular. Without a doubt, Deaver fans will also get the impression of having their intelligence insulted. Thoughout the book, the author provides a myriad amount of historical detail based on hearsay rather than actual research. Fans will become annoyed by his deversion from the well-known police procedural into a tale of historical uncertainty. Sure enough, readers will realize sooner or later that the details provided in this book was not anything in which they have learned or studied in history class. THE TWELFTH CARD is yet indeed another disappointing attempt by Deaver. By the lack of character development and research, readers can certainly argue that this churning is actually a publication deadline rather than a piece of literature.
grandmommimi on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Couldn't put it down--loved it! Can't imagine how Jeffery Deaver's mind works! Wonderful!
trickbooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Let's start with the worst -- the narrator's clipped, serviceable treatment of this work passes, except for the many segments in which he is called upon to emulate dialogue by inner city youth. To hear Dennis Boutsikaris try to accurately use words like "phat" and "word" is like having a needle stuck in your head. However, Deaver's fine, compelling mystery makes this all worthwhile.
Alaric.Adair on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A good twisting plot and authentic characters. As an author myself the curse laid on me is that I usually work out the plot before it is revealed. Deaver managed to slip the bad guy past me in this book.
scuzzy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book took a while to read but not because it was dull...apart from time, you find yourself early on reading slowly to take in the scores of clues and information being fed to you as not doing so will catch you out later when something is figured out.The story starts with an attempted murder of a teen girl in a public library, and soon escalates to a murder of the librarian and an injured bystander. The apparent motive is attempted rape, but then strangely takes on a cultish lead and then changes tack to a crime from 140 years previously. As I allluded to, you need to be on your wits with this one as the plot changes almost with every chapter with clues in abundance - but which clues are genuine and which are 'planted'? Enter the brilliant Lincoln Rhyme, a forensic expert which an attitude - if you have seen The Bone Collector, he was played by Denzel Washington...and as good as that movie was, this book is better.I have never read a thriller that throws you off the scent so many times and I challenge anyone to solve it before it is revealed...There is not much I can find wrong with this book - not ruined by romances, Hollywood staging, nor complex plotting. You do need to get up to speed with street talk quite quickly though as this book is riddled with it (being based in Harlem). The portrayal of the hit-man is done perfectly to the point you cannot help but admire by his murderous trade.A must read.
cathymoore on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Deaver's quadraplegic forensic scientist returns to solve another seemingly unsolvable mystery. Although I didn't find the background to the crime particularly interesting - African-American history, Deaver's recurring characters and their development kept me interested until the end. I just hope for a more interesting mystery next time.
MrsHillReads on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love the comfort of familiar characters (Lincoln Rhyme and Amelia Sachs) doing what they do best...solve mysteries. Lots of twists and turns in this thriller. Loved it.
kingsportlibrary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lincoln Rhyme is a famous criminalogist, known for solving the case. Even though he is confined to a wheelchair, he always gets his man. This case involves a 15 year old girl and a 150 year old mystery, but of course, he is equal to the task.
Bookmarque on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was a very convoluted and fluid plot that kept me guessing. Thompson Boyd was a cool customer. Meticulous and careful, he led them around for a while, but then through Rhyme¿s equally meticulous and careful deduction, he was caught fairly early in the book. After a few chapters discovering who hired Boyd, I thought the rest of the story would focus around the older mystery. Wrong. It became unpredictable and pretty interesting. Not perfect, but a good outing for Rhyme & Co.
hoosgracie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good entry in the Lincoln Rhyme/Amelia Sachs series. In this outing, a girl escapes from a potential killer and the gang must solve a 140 year old crime in order to solve the current mystery.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not up to what we expect of Deaver. Try one of tbe earlier Linciln Rhymes thrillers. by aj west
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The first book by this author i have read. Good pacing and believable charictors. Now i have to get the rest of the series. If uyou are looking for something to keep your interest look no farther
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