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By Ben H. Winters

"[The] bizarre, appealing, unapologetically apocalyptic final Policeman trilogy is one in every of my favourite secret series."—John eco-friendly, writer of The Fault in Our Stars and Paper Towns

Winner of the 2013 Edgar® Award Winner for top Paperback Original!

What’s the purpose in fixing murders if we’re all going to die quickly, anyway?
Detective Hank Palace has confronted this question ever considering asteroid 2011GV1 hovered into view. There’s no probability left. No wish. simply six beneficial months till impact.
The final Policeman presents a desirable portrait of a pre-apocalyptic usa. The economic climate spirals downward whereas plants rot within the fields. church buildings and synagogues are packed. humans around the globe are jogging off the job—but now not Hank Palace. He’s investigating a loss of life by way of putting in a urban that sees a dozen suicides each week—except this one feels suspicious, and Palace is the single cop who cares.
the 1st in a trilogy, The final Policeman offers a secret set near to an apocalypse. As Palace’s research performs out less than the shadow of 2011GV1, we’re faced by way of difficult questions manner past “whodunit.” What foundation does civilization relaxation upon? what's existence worthy? What may any of us do, what may we really do, if our days have been numbered?

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Espresso, I suggest. ” “No. ” He retains his eyes on his paintings, he’s bought the demitasse cradled in his palm and he’s delicately jostling it, conjuring a development of darkish espresso and cloudy foam. “I was once a scholar of utilized mathematics,” he says, and intensely flippantly inclines his head to point Harvard, around the road. He appears up, beaming. “But you recognize what they say,” he concludes and offers me my latte, which bears an ideal and symmetrical oak leaf in milk foam. “There’s no destiny in it. ” He’s smiling, and I’m speculated to snort, yet I don’t. My eye hurts. My lip is throbbing the place I received punched. “So, you’ll enable her understand? That Henry was once the following? ” “Yes, dude. I’ll inform her. ” “And please inform her—” you recognize what? At this element, why now not? “Tell her Palace must recognize what all this Jules Verne moon-shot hokum is overlaying up. inform her i do know there’s extra to this, and that i need to know who those individuals are, and what it really is they need. ” “Wow. See, now, that’s a message. ” I’m pulling my pockets out of my pocket, and the espresso general practitioner reaches up and stills my hand. “No, no,” he says. “On the home. I gotta be sincere, pal. You don’t glance so sturdy. ” three. Detectives needs to reflect on all percentages, think of and weigh every one achieveable set of occasions that would have resulted in a criminal offense, to figure out that are probably, which would turn out to be precise. while she used to be murdered, Naomi used to be searching for Peter’s insurable-interest documents simply because she knew i used to be intrigued via them, and she or he was once assisting me in my research. whilst she was once murdered, Naomi used to be searching for the records to conceal them sooner than i may locate them. somebody shot her. A stranger? An companion? a pal? For one hour I’m riding again from Cambridge to harmony, an hour of useless street and vandalized go out symptoms and deer status tremulously alongside the lip of ninety three North. I’m pondering Naomi within the doorway of my bed room, Monday evening. The extra i feel of that second, the extra sure I develop into that no matter what she needed to inform me—whatever she began to say after which stopped—it used to be no longer in basic terms sentimental or interpersonal. It was once appropriate to the mechanics of my ongoing research. yet do you stand within the moonlight half-dressed and inform a person another factor approximately contestability clauses and insurable curiosity? It was once anything else, and I’ll by no means be aware of what it used to be. yet i need to. commonly, while I arrive at CPD headquarters on institution highway, I park within the lot and input throughout the again door that results in the storage. This afternoon for a few cause i'm going round to front and use the most door, the general public front, which I first walked via whilst i used to be 4, possibly 5 years previous. I say howdy to Miriam, who works on the table the place my mom used to paintings, and that i cross upstairs to name Naomi Eddes’s kin. purely factor is, now I’m up right here, and the landline’s now not operating. No dial tone, no not anything. lifeless plastic. I raise the wire, hint it again to the jack after which again to the table, click on the swap hook a couple of times. i glance round the room, chunk my lip. every thing is identical: the desks are in position, the piles of papers, submitting cupboards, sandwich wrappers, soda cans, the wan iciness mild tilting in in the course of the window.

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