Author Biography

Steve Hamilton is the New York Times–bestselling author of twelve novels, most recently The Second Life of Nick Mason and Die a Stranger.  His debut, A Cold Day in Paradise, won both an Edgar and a Shamus Award for Best First Novel. His standalone novel The Lock Artist was a New York Times Notable Crime Book and won an Alex Award and the Edgar Award for Best Novel. He attended the University of Michigan, where he won the prestigious Hopwood Award for writing, and now lives in Cottekill, New York, with his wife and their two children.

Review

Praise for Exit Strategy
 
"A compelling trek across very dark terrain putting Nick Mason through increasingly pulse-pounding paces with so much non-stop suspense, I read the book in two sittings."—Huffington Post
 
"[Hamilton has] perfected his craft as an author of high-powered, fast-paced crime thrillers. Exit Strategy . . . moves so quickly you instantly find yourself sucked into its slipstream and pulled along like a water-skier behind a low-flying rocket careening toward the finale."—NY Journal of Books

"The Second Life of Nick Mason rocketed Steve Hamilton to literary stardom, all the reasons for which are on clear display in that book's sequel, Exit Strategy. . . . The book's brisk prose wondrously sets the tone, starting with, "You kill one person, it changes you. You kill five ... it's not about changing anymore." Think Don Winslow at his coolest, as Hamilton turns up the heat in a bold, bracing and brilliant thriller."—The Providence Journal
 
"The intensity Hamilton generates here is almost too much—like a wailing siren growing steadily louder at the same time its pitch climbs ever higher—but readers will be utterly powerless to close the book. Noir is all about characters attempting to find options for themselves where none exist. The brilliance of this thoroughly uncompromising novel lies in the way Hamilton, with the legerdemain of a master conjurer, turns despair to hope and back again, finally blending the two into their own unique nightmare world. Stunning."—Booklist (starred review)
 
"When it comes to no-nonsense, pressure-cooker plotting, Hamilton has few rivals. The book starts turning up the heat from the start [and] maintains its breathless pacing until the end. . . Its hard-wired plot and adrenaline-fueled scenes make it another must-read for fans of lean, mean crime fiction."—Kirkus Reviews
 
"The action is nonstop in Hamilton's latest, and the violence quotient has risen, but Nick remains an empathetic character for whom readers will gladly root. Aficionados of Gregg Hurwitz and Thomas Perry will quickly become fans."—Library Journal
 
"Another knockout performance. . . Hamilton has carefully crafted an atmospheric, edgy thriller with strong characters and a swiftly escalating tension level. . . Easily one of the best crime novels of the year – even though it surely will be facing strong competition."—Lansing State Journal
 
"One of our favorite authors, Steve Hamilton continues the gritty, action-packed saga of Nick Mason in his newest book, Exit Strategy. . . If you have weekend plans, clear them. This is the kind of book that demands to be read in one sitting. . . The pacing is stunning, cinematic in its precision."—Harbor Light News
 
"How does Nick resolve this second life he is now forced to live? The manner in which he does so is revealed in this fascinating novel by Steve Hamilton, and the suspenseful way he accomplishes it is typical of what we have come to expect from this author, in this newest page-turner. . . Expect the unexpected from this wonderful author. . . Highly recommended."—Midwest Book Review

Praise for The Second Life of Nick Mason

"[The Second Life of Nick Mason] is so good, it legitimately stands shoulder to padded paranoid shoulder with the classics of the crime noir genre...There are so many terrific elements in this novel—Nick's haunted character, a plot that never darts in the direction you expect it to, and a truly ingenious climax—that I could be here till Labor Day singing its praises."—Maureen Corrigan, NPR Fresh Air

"The sinner who gets a chance to start over is an archetypal figure in crime fiction.  Steve Hamilton works a smart variation on it in The Second Life of Nick Mason."—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review
 
"[An] intelligent thriller....The reader has a vulnerable underdog to root for: a loser who may yet be born to win."—The Wall Street Journal

"The plotting is crisp, and the story moves smoothly, slipping easily between timelines....Nick is a very mobile character juggling different sides of his identity.  One day, he's slitting the throat of a man in a public restroom, and another he's shopping for a puppy. That Hamilton is able to imbue both of these scenes with sharp tension is a testament to his skills as a writer. And as expected from a writer with Hamilton's award-winning, best-selling track record, all the novel's threads tie up in a powerful, violent resolution."—The Los Angeles Review of Books
 
"A complicated plot, a lot of action, some vivid language and a variety of nicely detailed scenes."—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
 
"In this edgy noir from a crime fiction maestro, an ex-con struggles with unexpected freedom, falteringly rebuilding his life while a depraved puppet master still behind bars pulls his strings."—O Magazine 
 
"It's a killer summer read."—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
 
"An impressive new series...The Second Life of Nick Mason is a new chapter in Hamilton's career, and it's intensely exciting. The concept is fresh, the action is heart-pounding and Nick Mason is a solid protagonist. His halo is tarnished but his intentions are gold. Readers will connect with him and clamor for his return."—Shelf Awareness
 
"A high-octane, tension-filled novel that's received well-deserved praise from great authors."—Huffington Post
 
"[A] heart-pounding thriller with cinematic appeal...Hamilton cleverly imbues the narrative with myriad of twists and turns, allowing the intricate plot to unfold with stunning and extraordinary skill and suspense. From the honor amongst thieves, to the honor amongst those sworn to protect us, to the loyalty among childhood friends and beloved family, multiple worlds collide as Hamilton catapults us into Nick Mason's complex psyche."—Esquire.com
 
"As fertile as Chicago is for crime fiction, it isn't often that an outsider captures the underside of the local scene as memorably as Steve Hamilton does with The Second Life of Nick Mason, the terrific first installment in a projected series...The novel more than lives up to its hype."—Chicago Tribune
 
"[A] reinvention of the noir thriller...There are a number of ways Hamilton could have gone that would have turned his knockout premise into pandering. Instead of patronizing readers with a morality tale (criminal struggling against the dark pull of enterprise), Hamilton gives us a bad guy who is willing—and able—to do worse. The result is edgy and intelligent entertainment that hits with the force of a narrative bullet...Hamilton gets just about everything right in Nick Mason."—Arizona Republic
 
"Steve Hamilton's new novel, The Second Life of Nick Mason, is every bit as good as Don Winslow and Harlan Coben and Michael Connelly say it is."—New York Daily News

Review Quote

Praise for Exit Strategy "A compelling trek across very dark terrain putting Nick Mason through increasingly pulse-pounding paces with so much non-stop suspense, I read the book in two sittings."-- Huffington Post "[Hamilton has] perfected his craft as an author of high-powered, fast-paced crime thrillers. Exit Strategy . . . moves so quickly you instantly find yourself sucked into its slipstream and pulled along like a water-skier behind a low-flying rocket careening toward the finale."-- NY Journal of Books " The Second Life of Nick Mason rocketed Steve Hamilton to literary stardom, all the reasons for which are on clear display in that book''s sequel, Exit Strategy . . . . The book''s brisk prose wondrously sets the tone, starting with, "You kill one person, it changes you. You kill five ... it''s not about changing anymore." Think Don Winslow at his coolest, as Hamilton turns up the heat in a bold, bracing and brilliant thriller."-- The Providence Journal "The intensity Hamilton generates here is almost too much--like a wailing siren growing steadily louder at the same time its pitch climbs ever higher--but readers will be utterly powerless to close the book. Noir is all about characters attempting to find options for themselves where none exist. The brilliance of this thoroughly uncompromising novel lies in the way Hamilton, with the legerdemain of a master conjurer, turns despair to hope and back again, finally blending the two into their own unique nightmare world. Stunning."-- Booklist (starred review) "When it comes to no-nonsense, pressure-cooker plotting, Hamilton has few rivals. The book starts turning up the heat from the start [and] maintains its breathless pacing until the end. . . Its hard-wired plot and adrenaline-fueled scenes make it another must-read for fans of lean, mean crime fiction."-- Kirkus Reviews "The action is nonstop in Hamilton''s latest, and the violence quotient has risen, but Nick remains an empathetic character for whom readers will gladly root. Aficionados of Gregg Hurwitz and Thomas Perry will quickly become fans."-- Library Journal "Another knockout performance. . . Hamilton has carefully crafted an atmospheric, edgy thriller with strong characters and a swiftly escalating tension level. . . Easily one of the best crime novels of the year - even though it surely will be facing strong competition."-- Lansing State Journal "One of our favorite authors, Steve Hamilton continues the gritty, action-packed saga of Nick Mason in his newest book, Exit Strategy . . . If you have weekend plans, clear them. This is the kind of book that demands to be read in one sitting. . . The pacing is stunning, cinematic in its precision."-- Harbor Light News "How does Nick resolve this second life he is now forced to live? The manner in which he does so is revealed in this fascinating novel by Steve Hamilton, and the suspenseful way he accomplishes it is typical of what we have come to expect from this author, in this newest page-turner. . . Expect the unexpected from this wonderful author. . . Highly recommended."-- Midwest Book Review Praise for The Second Life of Nick Mason "[ The Second Life of Nick Mason ] is so good, it legitimately stands shoulder to padded paranoid shoulder with the classics of the crime noir genre...There are so many terrific elements in this novel--Nick''s haunted character, a plot that never darts in the direction you expect it to, and a truly ingenious climax--that I could be here till Labor Day singing its praises."--Maureen Corrigan, NPR Fresh Air "The sinner who gets a chance to start over is an archetypal figure in crime fiction. Steve Hamilton works a smart variation on it in The Second Life of Nick Mason ."--Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review "[An] intelligent thriller....The reader has a vulnerable underdog to root for: a loser who may yet be born to win."-- The Wall Street Journal "The plotting is crisp, and the story moves smoothly, slipping easily between timelines....Nick is a very mobile character juggling different sides of his identity. One day, he''s slitting the throat of a man in a public restroom, and another he''s shopping for a puppy. That Hamilton is able to imbue both of these scenes with sharp tension is a testament to his skills as a writer. And as expected from a writer with Hamilton''s award-winning, best-selling track record, all the novel''s threads tie up in a powerful, violent resolution."-- The Los Angeles Review of Books "A complicated plot, a lot of action, some vivid language and a variety of nicely detailed scenes."-- Pittsburgh Post-Gazette "In this edgy noir from a crime fiction maestro, an ex-con struggles with unexpected freedom, falteringly rebuilding his life while a depraved puppet master still behind bars pulls his strings."-- O Magazine "It''s a killer summer read."-- Milwaukee Journal Sentinel "An impressive new series... The Second Life of Nick Mason is a new chapter in Hamilton''s career, and it''s intensely exciting. The concept is fresh, the action is heart-pounding and Nick Mason is a solid protagonist. His halo is tarnished but his intentions are gold. Readers will connect with him and clamor for his return."-- Shelf Awareness "A high-octane, tension-filled novel that''s received well-deserved praise from great authors."-- Huffington Post "[A] heart-pounding thriller with cinematic appeal...Hamilton cleverly imbues the narrative with myriad of twists and turns, allowing the intricate plot to unfold with stunning and extraordinary skill and suspense. From the honor amongst thieves, to the honor amongst those sworn to protect us, to the loyalty among childhood friends and beloved family, multiple worlds collide as Hamilton catapults us into Nick Mason''s complex psyche."--Esquire.com "As fertile as Chicago is for crime fiction, it isn''t often that an outsider captures the underside of the local scene as memorably as Steve Hamilton does with The Second Life of Nick Mason , the terrific first installment in a projected series...The novel more than lives up to its hype."-- Chicago Tribune "[A] reinvention of the noir thriller...There are a number of ways Hamilton could have gone that would have turned his knockout premise into pandering. Instead of patronizing readers with a morality tale (criminal struggling against the dark pull of enterprise), Hamilton gives us a bad guy who is willing--and able--to do worse. The result is edgy and intelligent entertainment that hits with the force of a narrative bullet...Hamilton gets just about everything right in Nick Mason."-- Arizona Republic "Steve Hamilton''s new novel, The Second Life of Nick Mason , is every bit as good as Don Winslow and Harlan Coben and Michael Connelly say it is."-- New York Daily News

Excerpt from Book

1 You kill one person, it changes you. You kill five . . . it''s not about changing anymore. It''s who you are. Quintero knew this. He''d seen it in other men. Had seen it in himself. He saw it now as he watched Nick Mason prepare, remembering the day he picked him up at the gates of the federal prison in Terre Haute. Remembering Mason''s first job, in the motel room. The look on his face afterward--blank, bloodless--when he brought the Mustang to the chop shop. When he said he''d never do it again. Until the next phone call. That was the unwritten contract Nick Mason had signed. Twenty years of his life back in exchange for his service to Darius Cole. On call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. To do whatever was asked of him. No matter what it was. Mason stripped off his shirt to reveal the lean, hard muscles of a welterweight and pale white skin with no tattoos. Even after five and a half years inside, he had come out without one drop of jailhouse ink on his body. Cole had made sure of it. Mason strapped on the soft armor tactical vest, thick enough to stop anything up to a .44 Magnum, then he pulled on the black turtleneck over that. With the black pants, the black rubber-soled shoes, it was the uniform of a professional. He took the black balaclava, formed it into a skullcap, and put it on over his close-cut hair. He pulled down the mask, adjusted it across his eyes, took one look in the mirror. Satisfied, he rolled it back up. Quintero took the black canvas bag from his shoulder and put it down on the table. Mason unzipped the bag and looked inside. "Everything you''ll need is in there," Quintero said. "You have to remember, these are high-end guys. Top shape, know how to use their firearms." "How many of them?" "Between ten and twelve," he said. "Not enough to stop you." Mason shook his head as he tried on the scuba gloves. "What''s the most important thing I told you?" Quintero asked. "Stay off the twenty-first floor," Mason said. "At exactly ten o''clock, it''s going to blow." "Once that happens, you''ll be able to walk right out of there." Mason nodded. "Tell me the plan again," Quintero said. "Step by step." "The delivery truck," Mason said. "It enters the parking garage at exactly nine thirty-five p.m. . . ." Nick Mason watched the truck turn into the parking garage from Columbus Drive. It stopped at the large metal door while the driver waited for the man at the window to slide the door open. This gave Mason twenty seconds to climb under the truck, grab on to the exhaust system brackets, and lift his body''s weight from the concrete, the canvas bag looped tight to his back. The scuba gloves were thin and flexible, giving him a good grip and protecting every surface, even the underside of this truck, from fingerprints. The truck rolled a hundred yards until it came to a stop, and the door slid shut behind it. When the truck was turned off, Mason lowered himself to the ground and stayed there, the canvas bag next to him. It was 9:37 p.m., most of the business offices on the ground floor closed, the dinner rush at the restaurants over. Mason waited for the driver to get out of the truck, then followed a dozen yards behind him. He was inside the building. The Aqua. Eighty-two stories high, one of the most distinctive buildings in downtown Chicago, on the north side of the Loop, with undulating balconies that wrap around the building on all four sides like rippling water. Inside, the theme continues through all of the decorations, from the blue-and-green color scheme to the saltwater fish tank in the lobby. Mason moved quickly, without rushing, knowing exactly where to find the freight elevator. The target was on the forty-third floor, so he hit the button for 42, then used the fireman''s override to take him all the way to his floor without stopping. When he got to the forty-second floor, Mason stepped out of the elevator into the empty hallway. He spotted a room service tray on the floor outside one of the rooms, picked that up, and emptied it of all of the items except for the silver plate cover. Then he went to the stairwell at the end of the hallway and took the stairs up to forty-three. Mason cracked open the stairwell door and scanned the hallway. The marshal was sitting in a chair outside the door, seven or eight doors down. Young, maybe thirty. Stocky. He looked more bored than vigilant. Mason opened up his canvas bag, took out the Mossberg 500 shotgun. Pistol grip model, with the shorter barrel. Six shell capacity. It was loaded with what the manufacturer artfully called a crowd control munition, silicone plugs that they said would cause "nonlethal but incapacitative trauma" upon impact. Incapacitative trauma. In other words, it would only make you wish you were dead. "You need to get over this," Quintero said to him. "Killing one man and leaving everybody else alive." Mason didn''t answer. He loaded the plugs into the shotgun. "That gun in your hands, you think it cares who''s on the other end?" Mason looked up at him. "You gotta be the same way," Quintero said. "Before this bullshit gets you killed." Mason took the H&K USP semiautomatic from the bag and put it in his belt. The cartridge held fifteen nine-millimeter rounds, with a sixteenth already chambered. Finally, he took out the stun baton and hooked it to his belt. Eighteen inches long, three pounds of reinforced aluminum, with a "police force level" rating of twelve million volts that would shut down a man''s entire neuromuscular system. One more piece of insurance. Mason dropped the empty canvas bag to the floor, put a pair of low-profile plugs into his ears, then took one final moment to breathe, to focus on what was about to happen, because once it started it would all flow quickly, one movement after another, without a single beat of hesitation. He opened the stairwell door and moved down the hallway. The room service tray hid the semiautomatic in his belt--positioned at eleven o''clock for a right-handed cross draw--and also hid the baton and most of the shotgun. The marshal stood up and said, "Hey! You can''t be here!" That moment of indecision as the marshal reached for his radio. Mason dropped the tray and leveled the shotgun at the man''s chest, had just enough time to see the young man''s eyes go wide as he pulled the trigger and sent the silicone plug into his abdomen, just below the tactical vest. The marshal went down, curled up in a ball. He wouldn''t be getting back up, not without a lot of help and some pain medication. Mason pulled the balaclava down over his face as he approached him. The man looked even younger up close--a kid who had no business being stationed here alone. Mason reached into the man''s jacket and removed the Glock from his holster, along with his radio. Then he took out the pen from his own pocket--the tip had been replaced by a DC adapter and the barrel contained a circuit board that would read the 32-bit hotel code and repeat it back to the card reader in less than a second. He knew the clock was ticking now. Somebody had heard that shot, was already calling down to the front desk. "The marshal inside the room is the leader of the team. He''s an iron man. Eight hours straight, he doesn''t leave his client''s side. Not to sleep, not to eat, not to use the fucking bathroom--unless he actually drags the man in there with him. "He takes this shit personally, and he can shoot. They got one of his target sheets hanging up at the range. So don''t fuck around." Mason plugged the pen into the charging port on the bottom of the door''s locking mechanism and the light flashed green. He pushed the door, ready to kick it all the way open when it caught against the security latch, but the door swung free. Mason stepped inside, staying close to the wall. He didn''t see any movement in the room. The only light was the nighttime ambient glow coming from the window. He took a few more steps into the room, his right finger on the shotgun trigger. As he looked into the small kitchen, then the bedroom and the bathroom, the truth became obvious: There was nobody here. No marshal. No target. The room was a decoy. "How do we know the accountant will be there? If he''s in WITSEC--" "We have a marshal on the inside. McLaren has been moved up to Chicago for a pretrial deposition." Ken McLaren, once Darius Cole''s chief accountant. A former IRS agent, a genius at moving money overseas, "redomiciling it" by investing in businesses that all looked legal on paper, then bringing the money back, avoiding any taxes. For almost a decade, he made Cole a shitload of money. Then McLaren''s son got picked up on the University of Chicago campus with a dealer-weight bag of ecstasy pills, and they held that over McLaren''s head until he agreed to testify against Cole. "You''re setting up for the retrial," Mason said. "You don''t need to worry about that. All you need to worry about is--" "I know. I hit him, then I leave." "Don''t even think about the second thing until you''ve done the first." Mason went back out to the hallway and grabbed the marshal, still curled up in a fetal position and holding his abdomen. He cried out in pain as

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