The Zero Game

The Zero Game

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- Brad Meltzer's most recent novel, "The Millionaires (Warner, 1/02), was a "New York Times bestseller in both hardcover and mass market. There are more than 1.1 million copies in print combined.- "The First Counsel (Warner, 1/01) debuted on the "New York Times bestseller list at #5. It has nearly 245,000 hardcover copies in print.- "The Tenth Justice (William Morrow, 1997) has over 120,000 hardcover copies in print. "Dead Even (William Morrow, 1998) was a national bestseller, appearing on the "New York Times and "USA TODAY lists, among others.

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ISBN-13: 9781600242496
Publisher: Hachette Audio
Publication date: 11/13/2007
Edition description: Abridged
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 5.75(h) x 0.75(d)

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Brad Meltzer is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Inner Circle, The Book of Fate, and seven other bestselling thrillers. In addition to his fiction, Brad is one of the only authors to ever have books on the bestseller list for nonfiction ( History Decoded), advice ( Heroes for My Son and Heroes for My Daughter), children's books ( I Am Amelia Earhart and I Am Abraham Lincoln) and even graphic books ( Justice League of America). He is also the host of Brad Meltzer's Decoded on the History Channel, and Brad Meltzer's Lost History on H2. He currently lives in Florida. You can find much more about him at You can also see what he's doing right now at and on Twitter @bradmeltzer.



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B.A., University of Michigan; J.D., Columbia University

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The Zero Game

By Brad Meltzer

Warner Books

Copyright © 2004

Forty-four Steps, Inc.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53098-0

Chapter One

I DON'T BELONG HERE. I haven't for years. When I first came to
Capitol Hill to work for Congressman Nelson Cordell, it was
different. But even Mario Andretti eventually gets bored driving two
hundred miles an hour every single day. Especially when you're going
in a circle. I've been going in circles for eight years. Time to
finally leave the loop.

"We shouldn't be here," I insist as I stand at the urinal.

"What're you talking about?" Harris asks, unzipping his fly at the
urinal next to mine. He has to crane his neck up to see my full
lanky frame. At six feet four inches, I'm built like a palm tree and
staring straight down at the top of his messy black hair. He knows
I'm agitated, but as always, he's the perfect calm in the storm.
"C'mon, Matthew, no one cares about the sign out front."

He thinks I'm worried about the bathroom. For once, he's wrong. This
may be the rest room right across from the Floor of the House of
Representatives, and it may have a sign on the door that says,
Members Only-as in Members of Congress ... as in them ... as in
not us-but after all this time here, I'm well aware that even the
most formal Members won't stop two staffers from taking awhiz.

"Forget the bathroom," I tell Harris. "I'm talking about the Capitol
itself. We don't belong anymore. I mean, last week I celebrated
eight years here, and what do I have to show for it? A shared office
and a Congressman who, last week, pressed himself up against the
Vice President to make sure he didn't get cropped out of the photo
for the next day's newspaper. I'm thirty-two years old-it's just not
fun anymore."

"Fun? You think this is about fun, Matthew? What would the Lorax say
if he heard that?" he asks, motioning with his chin to the Dr. Seuss
Lorax pin on the lapel of my navy blue suit. As usual, he knows just
where the pressure points are. When I started doing environmental
work for Congressman Cordell, my five-year-old nephew gave me the
pin to let me know how proud he was. I am the Lorax-I speak for the
, he kept saying, reciting from memory the book I used to read
to him. My nephew's now thirteen. Dr. Seuss is just a writer of
kids' books to him, but for me, even though it's just a trinket ...
when I look at the tiny orange Lorax with the fluffy blond
mustache ... some things still matter.

"That's right," Harris says. "The Lorax always fights the good
fight. He speaks for the trees. Even when it's not fun."

"You of all people shouldn't start with that."

"That's not a very Lorax response," he adds in full singsong voice.
"Don't you think, LaRue?" he says, turning to the older black man
who's permanently stationed at the shoeshine chair right behind us.

"Never heard of the Lorax," LaRue responds, his eyes locked on the
small TV that plays C-SPAN above the door. "Always been a Horton
Hears a Who
guy myself." He looks off in the distance. "Cute little
elephant ..."

Before Harris can add another mile to the guilt trip, the swinging
doors to the rest room bang open, and a man with a gray suit and red
bow tie storms inside. I recognize him instantly: Congressman
William E. Enemark from Colorado-dean of the House, and Congress's
longest-serving Member. Over the years, he's seen everything from
desegregation and the Red Scare, to Vietnam and Watergate, to
Lewinsky and Iraq. But as he hangs his jacket on the hand-carved
coat-rack and rushes toward the wooden stall in back, he doesn't see
us. And as we zip up our flies, Harris and I barely make an attempt
to see him.

"That's my point," I whisper to Harris.

"What? Him?" he whispers back, motioning to Enemark's stall.

"The guy's a living legend, Harris. Y'know how jaded we must be to
let him walk by without saying hello?"

"He's going to the can ..."

"You can still say hello, right?"

Harris makes a face, then motions over to LaRue, who raises the
volume on C-SPAN. Whatever Harris is about to say, he doesn't want
it heard. "Matthew, I hate to break it to you, but the only reason
you didn't throw him a Hi, Congressman is because you think his
environmental record is crap."

It's hard to argue with that. Last year, Enemark was the number one
recipient of campaign money from the timber, oil, and nuclear power
industries. He'd clear-cut Oregon, hang billboards in the Grand
Canyon, and vote to pave over his own garden with baby seal skins if
he thought it'd get him some cash. "But even so, if I were a
twenty-two-year-old just out of college, I still would've stuck my
hand out for a quick Hi, Congressman. I'm telling you, Harris, eight
years is enough-the fun's long gone."

Still standing at the urinal, Harris stops. His green eyes narrow,
and he studies me with that same mischievous look that once got me
thrown in the back of a police car when we were undergrads at Duke.
"C'mon, Matthew, this is Washington, D.C.-fun and games are being
played everywhere," he teases. "You just have to know where to find

Before I can react, his hand springs out and grabs the Lorax pin
from my lapel. He glances at LaRue, then over to the Congressman's
jacket on the coat-rack.

"What're you doing?"

"Cheering you up," he promises. "Trust me, you'll love it. No lie."

There it is. No lie. Harris's favorite turn of phrase-and the first
sign of guaranteed trouble.

I flush my urinal with my elbow. Harris flushes his with a full-on
grip. He's never been afraid to get his hands dirty. "How much will
you give me if I put it on his lapel?" he whispers, holding up the
Lorax and moving toward Enemark's coat.

"Harris, don't ..." I hiss. "He'll kill you."

"Wanna bet?"

There's a hollow rumble of spinning toilet paper from within the
stall. Enemark's almost finished.

As Harris shoots me a smile, I reach for his arm, but he sidesteps
my grip with his usual perfect grace. It's how he operates in every
political fight. Once he's focused on a goal, the man's unstoppable.

"I am the Lorax, Matthew. I speak for the trees!" He laughs as he
says the words. Watching him slowly tiptoe toward Enemark's jacket,
I can't help but laugh with him. It's a dumb stunt, but if he pulls
it off ...

I take that back. Harris doesn't fail at anything. That's why, at
twenty-nine years old, he was one of the youngest chiefs of staff
ever hired by a Senator. And why, at thirty-five, there's no one-not
even the older guys-who can touch him. I swear, he could charge for
some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth. Lucky me, old college
friends get it for free.

"How's the weather look, LaRue?" Harris calls to Mr. Shoeshine, who,
from his seat near the tiled floor, has a better view of what's
happening under the stall.

If it were anyone else, LaRue would tattle and run. But it isn't
anyone else. It's Harris. "Bright and sunny," LaRue says as he ducks
his head down toward the stall. "Though a storm's quickly
approaching ..."

Harris nods a thank-you and straightens his red tie, which I know he
bought from the guy who sells them outside the subway. As chief of
staff for Senator Paul Stevens, he should be wearing something
nicer, but the way Harris works, he doesn't need to impress. "By the
way, LaRue, what happened to your mustache?"

"Wife didn't like it-said it was too Burt Reynolds."

"I told you, you can't have the mustache and the Trans Am-it's one
or the other," Harris adds.

LaRue laughs, and I shake my head. When the Founding Fathers set up
the government, they split the legislative branch into two sides:
the House and the Senate. I'm here in the House, which is in the
south half of the Capitol. Harris works in the Senate, which is all
the way over on the north. It's a whole different world over there,
but somehow, Harris still remembers the latest update on our
shoeshine guy's facial hair. I don't know why I'm surprised. Unlike
the monsters who walk these halls, Harris doesn't talk to everyone
as a political maneuver. He does it because that's his gift-as the
son of a barber, he's got the gift of gab. And people love him for
it. That's why, when he walks into a room, Senators casually flock
around him, and when he walks into the cafeteria, the lunch lady
gives him an extra ladle of chicken in his burrito.

Reaching Enemark's gray suit jacket, Harris pulls it from the
coat-rack and fishes for the lapel. The toilet flushes behind us. We
all spin back toward the stall. Harris is still holding the jacket.
Before any of us can react, the door to the stall swings open.

If we were brand-new staffers, this is where we'd panic. Instead, I
bite the inside of my cheek and take a deep gulp of Harris's calm.
Old instincts kick in. As the door to the stall opens, I go to step
in front of the Congressman. All I have to do is buy Harris a few
seconds. The only problem is, Enemark's moving too quickly.

Sidestepping me without even looking up, Enemark is someone who
avoids people for a living. Leaving the stall, he heads straight for
the coat-rack. If Harris is caught with his jacket ...

"Congressman ...!" I call out. He doesn't slow down. I turn to
follow, but just as I spin around, I'm surprised to see Enemark's
gray coat hanging lifelessly on the coat-rack. There's a sound of
running water on the right side of the room. Harris is washing his
hands by the sink. Across from him, LaRue rests his chin in his
palm, studying C-SPAN with his fingers covering his mouth. See no
evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

"Excuse me?" Enemark asks, taking his coat from the rack. The way
it's draped over his forearm, I can't see the lapel. The pin's
nowhere in sight.

I glance over at Harris, who's wearing a calm that's almost
hypnotic. His green eyes disappear in a soft squint, and his dark
black eyebrows seem to take over his face. Japanese is easier to

"Son, did you say something?" Enemark repeats.

"We just wanted to say hello, sir," Harris interrupts, leaping to my
aid. "Really, it's an honor to meet you. Isn't that right, Matthew?"

"A-Absolutely," I say.

Enemark's chest rises at the compliment. "Much appreciated."

"I'm Harris ... Harris Sandler ..." he says, introducing himself
even though Enemark didn't ask. Leaving the sink, Harris studies the
Congressman like a chessboard. It's the only way to stay ten moves

The Congressman extends a handshake, but Harris pulls away. "Sorry ...
wet hands ..." he explains. "By the way, Congressman, this is
Matthew Mercer. He does Interior Approps for Congressman Cordell."

"Sorry to hear that," Enemark jabs with a fake laugh as he pumps my
hand. Asshole. Without another word, he opens his coat and slides an
arm into the sleeve. I check the lapel. There's nothing there.

"Have a good day, sir," Harris says as Enemark slides his other arm
in. Enemark rotates his shoulder blades and pulls his suit jacket
into place. When the other half of the jacket hits his chest, a tiny
flash of light catches my eye. There ... on his other lapel ...
there's a tiny American flag pin ... a little triangle with an oil
well on it ... and the Lorax, whose big Dr. Seuss eyes smile at

I motion to Harris; he looks up and finally grins. When I was a
freshman at Duke, Harris was a senior. He got me into the fraternity
and, years later, got me my first job here on the Hill. Mentor then,
hero now.

"Look at that," Harris says to the Congressman. "I see you're
wearing the logging mascot."

I turn toward LaRue, but he's staring at the ground to keep himself
from laughing.

"Yeah ... I guess," Enemark barks, checking the Lorax out for
himself. Anxious to be done with the small talk, the Congressman
leaves the bathroom and heads across the hallway to the House Floor.
None of us moves until the door closes.

"The logging mascot?" I finally blurt.

"I told you there's still fun going on," Harris says, looking up at
the small TV and checking out C-SPAN. Just another day at work.

"I gotta tell Rosey this one ..." LaRue says, rushing out of the
room. "Harris, they're gonna catch you sooner or later."

"Only if they outthink us," Harris replies as the door again slams

I continue to laugh. Harris continues to study C-SPAN. "You notice
Enemark didn't wash his hands?" he asks. "Though that didn't stop
him from shaking yours."

I look down at my own open palm and head for the sink.

"Here we go ... Here's the clip for the highlight reel ..."
Harris calls out, pointing up at C-SPAN.

On-screen, Congressman Enemark approaches the podium with his usual
old-cowboy swagger. But if you look real close-when the light hits
him just right-the Lorax shines like a tiny star on his chest.

"I'm Congressman William Enemark, and I speak for the people of
Colorado," he announces through the television.

"That's funny," I say. "I thought he spoke for the trees ..."

To my surprise, Harris doesn't smile. He just scratches at the
dimple in his chin. "Feeling better?" he asks.

"Of course-why?"

He leans against the inlaid mahogany wall and never takes his eyes
off the TV. "I meant what I said before. There really are some great
games being played here."

"You mean games like this?"

"Something like this." There's a brand-new tone in his voice. All

"I don't understand."

"Oh, jeez, Matthew, it's right in front of your face," he says with
a rare glimpse of rural Pennsylvania accent.

I give him a long, hard look and rub the back of my sandy-blond
hair. I'm a full head taller than him. But he's still the only
person I look up to in this place. "What're you saying, Harris?"

"You wanted to bring the fun back, right?"

"Depends what kinda fun you're talking about."

Pushing himself off the wall, Harris grins and heads for the door.
"Trust me, it'll be more fun than you've had in your entire life. No


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The Zero Game 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 148 reviews.
susanc1249 More than 1 year ago
I received this book as a free bonus book at the end of a Preston & Childs book. I really enjoyed the Zero Game, it was well written, with many plot twists. I will be reading other Meltzer books for sure!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I got this book free with another book. I loved this book it kept my intrest from start to finish. I could not put the book down. So far it is my favorite book by this writer. I have read many of his books and i will continue to read them. I also recomend the inner circle. All his books make me enjoy reading more. I would recomend this book to everyone. I believe his books really are for all readers.
Midori Morgan-Gaide More than 1 year ago
I was kind of disappointed in some of the character development. The hero's sidekick,Viv, could have been great, but the author left this very intelligent female page the typical female...timid, and easily dupped because she was too emotional. The fight scene was very well written. I felt like I was in the room with Harris and Janos. This was my first Meltzer book and I would purchase another one. I like his use of historical backdrops.
dianagay More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this book. I don't know if this kind of stuff goes on in our Capital or not but if it does someone need to clean house.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my first book by Brad Meltzer and I was impressed. Yes, the plot is far-fetched and implausible, but that is what makes it entertaining. As someone who has lived in the DC area, there are enough little details that Meltzer gets exactly right to make the story not seem so crazy. The action is pretty fast paced and even if you find the story unbelievable (especially the science part), you'll still want to keep reading to find out what happens. The characters are well developed, though the character and dialogue of Viv is a little cliche at times and the "bad guy" is sometimes too invincible. Overall, I would definitely recommend to any political action/thriller reader.
Jarratt on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Zero Game refers to a game where Capitol Hill staffers try to put pieces of legislation into law. The person who bets the most, must then make that happen. So when a harmless, tapped gold mine is put into play, Harris¿ friend Matthew, who¿s Rep. is on the Appropriations committee, bets everything he¿s got¿then is killed. Harris decides he must figure out what¿s going on. So Harris gets Viv, a 17-year-old Capitol page, involved and before you know it, they¿re flying cross country in a Gulfstream (claiming to be on a trip for a Senator) to enter this mine 1.5 miles deep. They don¿t understand what they discover, but end up making an appointment back in DC with a scientist with the NSF. All the while, they¿re being chased by a highly skilled killer (but not highly skilled enough to kill our two main characters, of course).¿The Zero Game¿ started off intriguingly, went off in a rather odd tangent, then came back and finished pretty strongly. Unfortunately, a good bit of it was pretty implausible. The relationship between Harris and Viv was quite unbelievable. And the chases within the Capitol itself¿I mean, c¿mon. There¿s no security cameras in parts of the Capitol? Really?In the hands of someone like Crichton (RIP) this would have been a much better book. Not that this is bad, it¿s just not that great.
jenspeaks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very good. Took a turn that I did not expect.
PghDragonMan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Average grade mystery / thriller set in Washington DC. Good book for business traveling: it's entertaining, but if you lose it along the way, it's no great loss.
JBD1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I must have bought this while waiting in an airport or something. Utterly forgettable.
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Started off good read, than very long, somewhat boring detials unless you love science stuff,  actually reading the last few pages just to end it.
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