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The Intercept

Dick Wolf makes his literary debut with this tense, driving thriller, reminiscent of the classic The Day of the Jackal, an extraordinary tale filled with the ingenious twists and high-wire suspense we have come to expect | PART 1 BACKGROUND NOISE September 2009 New York City Bassam Shah had driven through a day and two nights from Denver stopping only for gas eating fried pies drinking Red Bull and urinating into a plastic milk jug between gas station fill-ups. At dawn in the chaos of merging lanes on the New Jersey side of the George Washington Bridge orange traffic cones squeezed the cars to the right. Port Authority Police cars blocked the available lanes routing all visitors to the city to a checkpoint just beyond the tollbooths. Commuter congestion into New York City was building at that early hour though still not at its heaviest. Two men in blue Windbreakers and baseball hats waved flashlights up ahead peering into a car s rolled-down windows. They wore wires in their ears. Shah saw no dogs. For that he was relieved. He was ten cars back from the search point. He watched the driver a man traveling alone like him get out to open his trunk. The searchers now he saw the words port authority police on the backs of their jackets shined their lights inside. They lifted the mat off the spare tire conferred . . . . . . then let the man drive away. Shah had to risk it. The decision was not a difficult one. If he fled they would stop him and search him intimately and rejoice .