Burn Notice: the Fix

Author: Goldberg, Tod

Brand: Berkley Books

Color: White

Edition: Reprint

Binding: mass_market

Format: Deckle Edge

Number Of Pages: 288

Release Date: 05-08-2008

Part Number: 9780451225542

Details: Product Description
Covert spy Michael Westen has found himself in forced seclusion in Miami?and a little paranoid. Watched by the FBI, cut off from intelligence contacts, and with his assets frozen, Weston is on ice with a warning: stay there or get ?disappeared.? Driven to find out who burned him and why, he?s biding his time helping people with nowhere else to turn. People like socialite Cricket O?Connor whose own husband has vanished, along with her fortune...
Review
"A keen voice, profound insight...devilishly entertaining."

"Deceptively smooth, like a vanilla milkshake spiked with grain alcohol."

And for the television series: "Cheerfully insouciant."

Featuring a hero who's "handsome, smart, neurotic, tough, funny, sensitive... Jim Rockford and MacGyver filtered through Carl Hiassen."
About the Author
Tod Goldberg is the author of the novels
Living Dead Girl, a finalist for the
Los Angeles Times Book Prize, and
Fake Liar Cheat, as well as the short story collection
Simplify, a 2006 finalist for the SCBA Award for Fiction and winner of the Other Voices Short Story Collection Prize. He teaches creative writing at the UCLA Extension Writers' Program.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
1

When you’re a spy, certain things come easy. You never have to pay your parking tickets. The IRS leaves you pretty much alone provided you don’t try to deduct TEC-9s from your 1040EZ. It’s okay if you have sex with someone you don’t actually like. In fact it’s often encouraged, and if on the off chance you fall in love with the wrong person and have to kill them, or they try to kill you, your boss rarely asks for you to fill out a purchase order for a body bag or extra bullets.
But not even being a spy gets you out of having lunch with your mother.
It was a Tuesday, and because she lied and told me I was taking her to the orthopedist, I was sitting poolside at the Hotel Oro having lunch with my mother, Madeline. The Hotel Oro is one of those hotels on South Beach that no one actually stays at, but everyone seems to visit. It has an Olympic-sized infinity pool, which seems odd when you consider the ocean is only five yards away, but then the ocean doesn’t have full bar service and cocktail girls dressed in gold bikinis serving you finger foods. At night, DJs spin Eurotrash for Paris Hilton and the entire hotel throbs onto the street, like it’s an actual living creature that feeds on celebrities. My mother kept lifting her sunglasses up to stare at the people being seated at the tables around us.
"You expecting someone?" I asked.
"Fiona said she might join us," my mother said. Fiona was my girlfriend for a while. Then she was not my girlfriend for a while. Then it was just confusing, and a little violent, in a good way, and now she’s more like a business partner, but might be my girlfriend again sometime soon. It’s complicated. "I don’t like you calling her," I said.
"She told me the cutest thing yesterday," she said.
The problem with having your business partner being your former and maybe future girlfriend is that it’s hard to make any essential mandates about behavior. You risk pissing off someone who may or may not call your mother either way. It’s only slightly worse when the same person happens to be a former IRA gunrunner who still has something of an opaque moral center and who doesn’t understand personal boundaries.
"Do tell," I said.
"Just girl stuff, Michael."
Girl stuff. Ten years of interrogating hostile enemy targets, you’d think I’d be able to break through that code, but give me twenty Enigma machines and fifty men sitting in a locked room at Quantico, and there’d be no way of figuring out what the hell girl stuff means.
I’d have been more upset with this whole line of conversation had I not been distracted, which is actually how I generally like to feel during conversations with my mother. That way I don’t get too emotionally involved, or, in a pinch, can ple

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