F. Paul Wilson
Jack is hired to find a legendary Japanese sword, a katana stolen from the Hiroshima Peace Museum and brought to New York City. To get it back, he maneuvers his rivals for possession of the sword--the members of a weird Japanese cult, a young Japanese businessman and his three Yakuza bodyguards, and Kicker Cult leader Hank Thompson--into a bloody melee from which Jack plans to waltz away with the fabled artifact.
Also in the mix is a pregnant teenager whose unborn child, loaded with abnormal DNA, will be a decisive force in the cosmic shadow war raging behind the scenes. A pawn in the game, she is hunted by both sides.
Of course, when things don’t go as planned, Jack must improvise (and he hates to improvise).
They weren’t making muggers like they used to.
After trolling for about an hour through the unseasonably warm May night, here was the second he’d found—or rather had found him. Jack was wearing a Hard Rock Cafe sweatshirt, acid-washed jeans, and his I ? New York visor. The compleat tourist. A piece of raw steak dangling before a hungry wolf.
When he’d spotted the guy tailing him, he’d wandered off the pavement and down into this leafy glade. Off to his right the mercury-vapor glow from Central Park West backlit the trees. Over his assailant’s