Wild Fire (John Corey Series #4)

Wild Fire (John Corey Series #4)

by Nelson DeMille


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"Nelson DeMille is a true master." - Dan Brown, #1 bestselling author of The Da Vinci Code

Welcome to the Custer Hill Club—an informal men's club set in a luxurious Adirondack hunting lodge whose members include some of America's most powerful business leaders, military men, and government officials. Ostensibly, the club is a place to gather with old friends, hunt, eat, drink, and talk off-the-record about war, life, death, sex and politics. But one Fall weekend, the Executive Board of the Custer Hill Club gathers to talk about the tragedy of 9/11 and what America must do to retaliate. Their plan is finalized and set into motion.

That same weekend, a member of the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force is reported missing. His body is soon discovered in the woods near the Custer Hill Club's game reserve. The death appears to be a hunting accident, and that's how the local police first report it, but Detective John Corey has his doubts. As he digs deeper, he begins to unravel a plot involving the Custer Hill Club, a top-secret plan known only by its code name: Wild Fire. Racing against the clock, Detective Corey and his wife, FBI agent Kate Mayfield, find they are the only people in a position to stop the button from being pushed and chaos from being unleashed.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781455581856
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 04/28/2015
Series: John Corey Series , #4
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 544
Sales rank: 109,821
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.37(d)

About the Author

Nelson DeMille is a former U.S. Army lieutenant who served in Vietnam and is the author of nineteen acclaimed novels, including the #1 New York Times bestsellers Night Fall, Plum Island, The Gate House, The Lion, The Panther and Radiant Angel. His other New York Times bestsellers include The Charm School, Word of Honor, The Gold Coast, Spencerville, The Lion's Game, Up Country, Wild Fire, and The General's Daughter, the last of which was a major motion picture. For more information, you can visit NelsonDeMille.net.


Long Island, New York

Date of Birth:

August 22, 1943

Place of Birth:

New York, New York


B.A. in political science, Hofstra University, 1974

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Wild Fire

By Nelson DeMille

Warner Books

Copyright © 2006 Nelson DeMille
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446580212

Chapter One

I'm John Corey, former NYPD homicide detective, wounded in the line of duty, retired on three-quarter disability (which is just a number for pay purposes; about 98 percent of me still functions), and now working as a special contract agent for the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force.

The guy in the cubicle facing me, Harry Muller, asked, "You ever hear of the Custer Hill Club?"

"No. Why?" "That's where I'm going this weekend." "Have a good time," I said.

"They're a bunch of rich, right-wing loonies who have this hunting lodge upstate."

"Don't bring me any venison, Harry. No dead birds, either." I got up from my desk and walked to the coffee bar. On the wall above the coffee urns were Justice Department Wanted Posters, featuring mostly Muslim gentlemen, including the number one scumbag, Osama bin Laden.

Also included in the nearly two dozen posters was a Libyan named Asad Khalil, a.k.a. The Lion. I didn't need to memorize this man's photo; I knew his face as well as my own, though I'd never formally met him.

My brief association with Mr. Khalil occurred about two years ago when I was stalking him, and as it turned out, he was stalking me. He escaped, and I got away with a grazing wound; and, as the Arabs would probably say, "It is destinedthat we meet again to settle our fates." I look forward to that.

I drained the dregs of the coffee into a Styrofoam cup and scanned a copy of the New York Times lying on the counter. The headline for today, Friday, October 11, 2002, read: CONGRESS AUTHORIZES BUSH TO USE FORCE AGAINST IRAQ, CREATING A BROAD MANDATE.

A subheading read: U.S. Has a Plan to Occupy Iraq, Officials Report. It appeared that war was a foregone conclusion, and so was the victory. Therefore, it was a good idea to have an occupation plan. I wondered if anyone in Iraq knew about this.

I took my coffee back to my desk, turned on my computer, and read through some internal memos. We are now a mostly paperless organization, and I actually miss initialing memos. I had an urge to initial my computer screen with a grease pencil, but I settled for the electronic equivalent. If I ran this organization, all memos would be on an Etch A Sketch.

I glanced at my watch. It was 4:30 P.M., and my colleagues on the 26th floor of 26 Federal Plaza were dwindling fast. My colleagues, I should explain, are, like me, members of the Anti-Terrorist Task Force, a four-letter agency (ATTF) in a world of three-letter agencies.

This is the post-9/11 world, so weekends are, in theory, just another two workdays for everyone. In reality, the honored tradition of Federal Friday-meaning cutting out early-has not changed much, so the NYPD, who are part of the Task Force, and who are used to lousy hours anyway, man the fort on weekends and holidays.

Harry Muller asked me, "What are you doing this weekend?" This was the start of the Columbus Day three-day weekend, but as luck would have it, I was scheduled to work on Monday. I replied, "I was going to march in the Columbus Day Parade, but I'm working Monday."

"Yeah? You were going to march?" "No, but that's what I told Captain Paresi." I added, "I told him my mother was Italian, and I was going to push her wheelchair in the parade."

Harry laughed and asked, "Did he buy that?" "No. But he offered to push her wheelchair." "I thought your parents were in Florida." "They are."

"And your mother's Irish." "She is. Now I have to find an Italian mother for Paresi to push up Columbus Avenue."

Harry laughed again and went back to his computer. Harry Muller, like most of the NYPD in the Mideast Section of the Task Force, does stakeouts and surveillance of Persons of Interest, which, in politically correct speak, means the Muslim community, but I do mostly interviewing and recruiting of informants.

A large percentage of my informants are total liars and bullshit artists who want either money or citizenship, or who want to screw someone in their close-knit community. Now and then, I get the real deal, but then I have to share the guy with the FBI.

The Task Force is comprised mostly of FBI agents and NYPD detectives, plus retired NYPD, like me. In addition, we have people assigned from other Federal agencies, such as Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), plus state and suburban police, Port Authority Police, and so forth, too numerous to name or for me to remember.

Also included in our collegial group are people who, like ghosts, don't actually exist, but if they did, they'd be called CIA.

I checked my e-mail, and there were three messages. The first was from my boss, Tom Walsh, special agent in charge, who had taken over the ATTF when my old boss, Jack Koenig, died in the World Trade Center. The e-mail read: CONFIDENTIAL-REMINDER-IN THE RUN-UP TO POSSIBLE HOSTILITIES WITH IRAQ, WE NEED TO GIVE SPECIAL ATTENTION TO IRAQI NATIONALS LIVING IN CONUS.

"CONUS" meant "Continental United States." "Hostilities" meant "war." The rest of it meant "find an Iraqi we can link to a terrorist threat against the U.S. so we can make life easier for the folks in Washington before they bomb the shit out of Baghdad."


For the uninitiated, "UBL" is "Osama bin Laden," which should be "OBL," but long ago somebody transliterated the Arabic script into Latin letters as "Usama," which is also correct. The media mostly uses the "Osama" spelling of the scumbag's name, while intelligence agencies still refer to him as "UBL." Same scumbag.

The next e-mail was from my second boss, the aforementioned Vince Paresi, an NYPD captain assigned to the ATTF to keep an eye on the difficult cops who sometimes don't play well with their FBI friends. That may include me. Captain Paresi replaced Captain David Stein, who, like Jack Koenig, was killed-murdered, actually-one year and one month ago today in the World Trade Center.

David Stein was a great guy, and I miss him every day. Jack Koenig, for all his faults and for all our problems with each other, was a professional, a tough but fair boss, and a patriot. His body was never recovered. Neither was David Stein's.

Another body that was never recovered, along with two thousand others, was that of Ted Nash, CIA officer, monumental prick, and archenemy of yours truly.

I wish I could think of something nice to say about this asshole, but all I can think of is, "Good riddance."

Also, this guy has a bad habit of coming back from the dead-he's done it at least once before-and without a positive body identification, I'm not breaking out the champagne.


I think I see a pattern here. Hard to believe, but it wasn't so long ago that we were trying to figure out what we were supposed to be doing every day, and memos were more carefully worded so as not to appear that we disapproved of Islamic terrorists or that we were upsetting them in any way. That changed real quick.

The third e-mail was from my wife, Kate Mayfield, whom I could see at her desk across the NYPD/FBI great divide of the 26th floor. My wife is a beautiful woman, but even if she weren't, I'd still love her. Actually, if she weren't beautiful, I wouldn't have even noticed her, so it's a moot point.



Why the hell do I have to taste wine? It all tastes the same. Also, bed-and-breakfast places suck-cutesy run-down hovels with nineteenth-century bathrooms and creaky beds. And then you have to eat breakfast with the other guests, who are usually yuppie swine from the Upper West Side who want to talk about something they read in the Arts and Leisure section of the Times. Whenever I hear the word "art," I reach for my gun.


Like most men, I'd rather face the muzzle of an assault rifle than a pissed-off wife.

Kate Mayfield is an FBI agent, a lawyer, and part of my team, which consists of another NYPD guy and another FBI agent. Plus, now and then, we add a person or two from another agency, as needed, such as ICE or CIA. Our last CIA teammate was the aforementioned Ted Nash, who I strongly suspect was once romantically involved with my then future wife. This was not why I disliked him-it was why I hated him. I disliked him for professional reasons.

I noticed that Harry Muller was cleaning up his desk, locking away sensitive material so that the cleaning people, Muslim and non-Muslim alike, couldn't photocopy or fax it to Sandland. I said to him, "You got twenty-one minutes before the bell."

He looked up at me and replied, "I have to go pick up some Tech stuff."


"I told you. I'm doing a surveillance upstate. The Custer Hill Club."

"I thought you were an invited guest." "No, I'm trespassing."

"How did you catch this one?" "I don't know. Do I ask? I own a camper, a pair of boots, and a hat with earmuffs. So, I'm qualified."

"Right." Harry Muller, as I said, is former NYPD, like me, retired with twenty years in, the last ten in the Intelligence Unit, and now hired by the Feds to do stakeouts and surveillance so that the Suits, as we call the FBI, can do the cerebral work.

I asked him, "Hey, what's with this right-wing stuff ? I thought you were with us?" "Us" meaning the Mideast Section, which makes up about 90 percent of the ATTF these days.

Harry replied, "I don't know. Do I ask? I just have to take pictures, not go to church with them."

"Did you read the e-mails from Walsh and Paresi?" "Yeah."

"You think we're going to war?" "Duh ... let me think."

"Does this right-wing group have any Iraqi or UBL connections?" "I don't know." Harry glanced at his watch and said, "I need to get to Tech before they lock up."

"You got time." I asked him, "You going alone?" "Yeah. No problem. It's just a non-invasive surveillance and stakeout."

He looked at me and said, "Between us, Walsh says this is just killing trees-file building. You know, like, we're not just up the Arabs' asses. We're on the case of domestic groups, too, like the neo-Nazis, militia, survivalists, and stuff. Looks good for the media and Congress, if it ever comes up. Right? We did this a few times before 9/11. Remember?"


"Gotta go. I guess I'll see you Monday. I need to see Walsh first thing Monday."

"He's working Monday?" "Well, he didn't invite me to his house for a beer, so I guess he'll be here."

"Right. See you Monday." Harry left.

What Harry said about file building didn't make too much sense, plus we have a Domestic Terrorist Section for that kind of stuff. Also, snooping on rich right-wingers with a club upstate was a little odd. Also odd was Tom Walsh coming in on a holiday to debrief Harry on a routine assignment.

I'm very nosy, which is why I'm a great detective, so I went over to a separate, stand-alone computer where I could access the Internet, and did a Google search for "Custer Hill Club."

I didn't get any hits, so I tried "Custer Hill." The counter at the top showed more than 400,000 hits, and the mix on the first page-golf courses, restaurants, and several historical references in South Dakota having to do with General George Armstrong Custer's problem at the Little Bighorn-indicated that none of these references would be relevant. Nevertheless, I spent ten minutes scanning the hits, but there were no references to New York State.

I went back to my desk, where I could use my ATTF password to access internal files on the ACS -the Automated Case System, the FBI's version of Google.

The Custer Hill Club came up, but apparently I had no need to know about this file, and below the title was row after row of Xs. Usually you get something, even on restricted files, such as the date the file was opened, or who to see about getting access to the file, or at least the classification level of the file. But this file was completely Xed out.

So all I managed to do was alert the security goons that I'd been inquiring about a restricted file that had nothing to do with what I was working on, which was Iraqis at the moment. But just to mess with their heads, I typed in, "Iraqi Camel Club Weapons of Mass Destruction."

No hits.

I shut down my computer, secured my desk, grabbed my coat, and walked over to Kate's desk.

Kate Mayfield and I met on the job when we both worked the case of the aforementioned Asad Khalil, a nasty little shit who came to America to kill a lot of people. He did that, then tried to kill me and Kate, then escaped. Not one of my better cases, but it brought Kate and me together, so the next time I see him, I'll thank him for that before I gut-shoot him and watch him die slowly.

I asked Kate, "Can I buy you a drink?" She looked up at me and smiled-"That would be nice"-then went back to her computer.

Ms. Mayfield is a Midwestern girl, posted to New York from Washington, and originally unhappy about the assignment, but now deliriously happy to live in the greatest city on Earth with the greatest man in the universe. I asked her, "Why are we going away for the weekend?"

"Because this place drives me crazy." Great cities can do that. I asked her, "What are you working on?" "I'm trying to find a B and B on the North Fork."

"They're probably all booked up for the holiday weekend, and don't forget I have to work Monday."

"How could I forget? You've been complaining about it all week." "I never complain."

She thought that was funny for some reason. I studied Kate's face in the glow of the computer screen. She was as beautiful as the day I met her nearly three years ago. Usually, women I'm with age fast. My first wife, Robin, said our one-year starter marriage seemed like ten years. I said to Kate, "I'll meet you at Ecco's." "Don't get picked up."

I walked through the cube farm, which was nearly empty now, and entered the elevator lobby, where colleagues were piling up. I made small talk with a few people, then noticed Harry and went over to him. He was carrying a big metal suitcase, which I assumed contained cameras and lenses. I said to him, "Let me buy you a drink." "Sorry, I need to get on the road ASAP."

"You driving up tonight?"

"I am. I need to be at this place at first light. Some kind of meeting going down, and I need to photograph car plates and people as they arrive."

"Sounds like the mob surveillance we used to do at weddings and funerals."

"Yeah. Same shit."

We crowded into an elevator and rode down to the lobby. Harry asked, "Where's Kate?"

"On her way." Harry was divorced, but he was seeing a woman, so I asked, "How's Lori?"

"She's great."

"She looked good in her photo on Match.com." He laughed. "You're an asshole."

"What's your point? Hey, where is this place?" "What place? Oh . . . it's up near Saranac Lake."

We walked out onto Broadway. It was a cool autumn day, and the streets and sidewalks had that Thank-God-It's-Friday feeling. Harry and I bid each other farewell, and I walked south on Broadway.

Lower Manhattan is a tight cluster of skyscrapers and narrow streets, which insures minimum sunlight and maximum stress.

The area includes the Lower East Side, where I was born and raised, plus Chinatown, Little Italy, Tribeca, and Soho. The major industries down here are diametrically opposed: business and finance, represented by Wall Street, and government, represented by Federal, state, and municipal courthouses; City Hall; prisons; Federal Plaza; Police Plaza; and so forth. A necessary adjunct to all of the above are law firms, one of which employs my ex-wife, a defense attorney who represents only the best class of criminal scum. This was one of the reasons we got divorced. The other was that she thought cooking and fucking were two cities in China.

Up ahead was a big patch of empty sky where the Twin Towers once stood. To most Americans, and even to most New Yorkers, the absence of the towers is noted only as a gap in the distant skyline. But if you live or work downtown, and were used to seeing those behemoths every day, then their absence still comes as a surprise when you walk down the street and they're not there.

As I walked, I thought about my conversation with Harry Muller. On the one hand, there was absolutely nothing unusual or remarkable about his weekend assignment. On the other hand, it didn't compute. I mean, here we are on the brink of war with Iraq, waging war in Afghanistan, paranoid about another Islamic terrorist attack, and Harry gets sent upstate to snoop on some gathering of rich rightwingers whose threat level to national security is probably somewhere between low and non-existent at the moment.


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Jilangmartyl23 More than 1 year ago
I love him, glad he is back in this book. This story creeped me out a bit but loved how Corey was able to get out of this one. So glad he is coming back in the Lion 2010. He is the best. I loved Night Fall, this one is a creep out and dangling particple as well. Once you get passed the overall purpose of the mission John and Kate come on strong to the finish.
flatpicker More than 1 year ago
What a great book. I really enjoyed the writing style of Mr. DeMille. It will keep you on the edge of your seat. If you like the show "24" you will love "Wild Fire"
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A real nice reading of a good Nelson Demille novel. Wild Fire is an interesting plot on the heels of Sept 11. Scott Brink is one of the best in audio books.
silencedogoodreturns More than 1 year ago
This book was further proof that no author can get it right every time. While I am a huge fan of Mr. DeMille's books, this one is just not in the same league as his earlier Gold Coast, Charm School, Up Country, Word of Honor, or even Night Fall. A far-fetched plot, bordering once again on paranoia. Not the meaty, introspective thriller we've come to anticipate and savor.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Everyone has been soooo hard on poor John Corey..give it a rest and just enjoy a good read already!! Yes he's a wise-ass and more than a bit obnoxious, but Mr. DeMille has always infused him with plenty of heart to balance that out, and his fight for 'good' is never in questions. Sit down, shut up, quit nit-picking and enjoy a good book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
The story was nonstop action, which was great-no dull moments, plus I loved Corey's wit.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Reminds me of when Willie Mays played one too many games, and in hindsight, should have quit while he was on top. I have enjoyed many of DeMille's titles, but, DeMille should have moth balled Corey after Night Fall very disappointing effort by DeMille.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought the main character was very insightful and witty. I appreciated his humor. The story started out very good but then tended to fade to mediocre towards the end of the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wild Fire by Nelson DeMille, feature's John Corey, an ex-NYPD detective and a member of the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force who makes his fourth appearance in a DeMille novel. In Wild Fire, a fellow agent is found dead while on a surveillance mission, John Corey and FBI agent Kate Mayfield (his wife,) travel to New York to investigate the suspicious Custer Hill Gun Club. But shortly after arriving stories become conflicting when they meet the brilliantly insane Bain Madox, a Vietnam veteran and owner of the gun club. Bain Madox has a grandiose solution to put an end to the conflicts tearing the Middle East asunder. Corey and Mayfield must stay alive long enough to prevent this diabolical nuclear scheme -- which will launch the world into utter chaos! Will this stiffed-lip, obnoxious duo thwart this madman's schemes? Or, has John Corey made his final joke in the face of danger? Nelson DeMille is a member of The Authors Guild, the Mystery Writers of America, and American Mensa--and with Wild Fire, Demille proves that after fourteen novels he is still able to write a worthwhile and suspenseful detective thriller in which the heroes dispense justice in an ambiguous world.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read all of DeMille books but this one is not to the usual caliber in any way. Dialogue is boring, the character is unpleasant, the plot is minimal.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my first DeMille book and I loved it....however, it really does make you stop and think. I enjoy John Corey's character and will have to read more of DeMille. It was a good suspense and Corey's saracastic sense of humor make a very dark situation not so edgy. I'll definitely read more of DeMille's books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm a big fan of Mr. Demille, I love everything he's written. You must understand, the story line of most of his books are pretty intense. If you are looking for light reading, his books are not the ones for you. I especially love the stories with John Corey....he's just so my kind of guy! Thanks Mr. Demille, for another great book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I received multiple copies of this book for Christmas, so I felt compelled to read it. The premise of the story intrigued me. However, the hours I spent reading the book were a complete waste. The plot was utterly predictable I really didn't need to read the second half of the book to know the ending. The characters were shallow and uninteresting (and racist). Some of the jokes were funny, but many more were forced attempts at humor. The only 'tech' twist to the book was pretty lame, especialy in comparison to what Tom Clancy and Michael Chrichton produce. My expectations for a Christmas break novel are not high--I just want to be entertained! (after all, I don't need to tax my brain during vacation). However, this book failed to interest me on any level. I can't believe critics and bookstores are pushing so hard for this book. Hype and solid marketing, not quality of writing, will ensure the success of this novel. This is the first DeMille book I have read, and it will be the last.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is not up to snuff. John Corey comes off as immature and tedious rather than astute and wise-cracking. The premise was ludicrous and the book was boring, never really getting to the point. Very disappointing from this, sometimes good, author.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read all of Nelson Demille's work and have consider him a great contemporary author. This book is centered on John Corey and his usually humorous and likeable smartass attitude - but in this case the card is overplayed. The dialog becomes unrealistic and the essence of the character does not emerge. The book is not only plot-driven, it is character-defunct.
GailCooke More than 1 year ago
Dubbed a Golden Voice by AudioFile Magazine Scott Brick reads both the Abridged and Unabridged editions of Nelson DeMille's latest mesmerizing thriller. The winner of a Science Fiction Audie and a handful of Earphone Awards, Brick is well suited to bring this chilling tale to life. His narrative style is understated, allowing the words to make an impact and that they surely do in DeMille's too-close-to-reality Wild Fire. Popular protagonist John Corey returns to confront a mad man and a heinous scheme that would take the lives of millions. Corey's a former NYPD officer who now works in anti-terrorism. That's terrorism with a capital T as supposedly super patriotic, all-American, millionaire Bain Madox has come up with a scheme that would have the U.S. launching a mega nuclear attack on the world. But, try to prove it. Initially, Anti-Terrorism Task Force (ATTF) agent Harry Muller is sent to investigate what is happening at the Custer Hill Club, an all too private hunting and fishing lodge which is actually a meeting place for a group of very powerful men who harbor some pretty sick thoughts. When Muller is found dead Corey and his wife, FBI agent Kate Mayfield, head for the same territory. As he did with Night Fall (2004) DeMille offers another heart stopping thriller featuring the inimitable Corey. Fast paced dialogue and high octane action - enjoy! - Gail Cooke
Schmerguls on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An incredible novel involving right-wing kooks who decide to nuke some liberal cities in the USA to induce the USA to nuke Muslim territory in retaliation. . Actually, the book is annoying because while the time is ticking John Corey and his wife Kate Mayfield are ploddingly seeking answers to the death of a colleague. If it were not for what the reader knows the book would drag. One laughs often at the wisecracks Corey makes even though he is in mortal danger. I think the book is a sort of sequel to Night Fall, which I have not read and which should have been read before I read this. DeMille has better books.
dspoon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Welcome to the Custer Hill Club--an informal men's club set in a luxurious Adirondack hunting lodge whose members include some of America's most powerful business leaders, military men, and government officials. Ostensibly, the club is a place to gather with old friends, hunt, eat, drink, and talk off-the-record about war, life, death, and politics. But one Fall weekend, the Executive Board of the Custer Hill Club gathers to talk about the tragedy of 9/11 and what America must do to retaliate. Their plan is finalized and set into motion.That same weekend, a member of the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force is reported missing. His body is soon discovered in the woods near the Custer Hill Club's game reserve. The death appears to be a hunting accident, and that's how the local police first report it, but Detective John Corey has his doubts. As he digs deeper, he begins to unravel a plot involving the Custer Hill Club, a top-secret plan known only by its code name: Wild Fire. Racing against the clock, Detective Corey and his wife, FBI agent Kate Mayfield, find they are the only people in a position to stop the button from being pushed and chaos from being unleashed.
DGrivetto on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another DeMille book that I couldn't put down. This one was very far fetched, it wouldn't be DeMille if it wasn't, but the characters were so engaging you just had to find out what they were doing next.
spikiui on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good One. It was funny , entertaining. Ficiton, Thriller. May be little slow intially but kept his pace throught the novel.
paradiso on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
good read, fun and a thriller.
amacmillen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a international mystery set in New State at the Custer Club in the Adirondackss. The villain plans to destroy Islam by setting four nuclear bombs. John Corey and wife are sent to find out what happened to a fellow comrade form their unit who disappeared at the this site.
ulfhjorr on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A good, quick read, Wild Fire has an imaginative plot that is both ridiculously far-fetched and chillingly too real, a great deal of humor, and the ability to be a light summer read or a piece to make you think about the world.
pattiea on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not quite as good as his last novel (Night Fall), Wild Fire is still a thrilling page-turner with protagonist John Corey trying to prevent nuclear Armageddon.
jdmays on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
An improbable plot based on one dimensional characters. This author has some written some good books but is way past his prime. I hated this book so much that I've been tempted to anonymously leave it in the library book deposit. If you want to read a great Demille book try Gold Coast.