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        Carol Davis

Summary from Backcover:

THE LAST LEAP

It's 1999-

Five years after the Leap that started it all.

It's 1999-

For Sam Beckett who has leaped into Joe Powell, one of the richest men in America, a potential presidential candidate, and a man who is used to getting his way.

It's 1999-

For Al Calavicci, for Donna Alessi-Beckett, for all the people at Project Quantum Leap who know that Sam is in their present, home but yet not home.

But the holes in Sam's Swiss cheese memory are starting to fill, the man in the Waiting Room is strangely, disturbingly calm, and Ziggy is dispensing information that can hardly be believed.

Something is about to happen. Something that will change Sam's life and the lives of those who love him - forever.



ISBN: #0-425-17351-8 (USA)

Copyright: 2000 by Universal Studios Publishing Rights

Printing History: Berkley Boulevard edition/February 2000

Pages: 369

Cover Art: Cliff Miller



Excerpt:

"Saaaam."

Sam's fingers stopped tapping at the keyboard of Powell's laptop and he turned his head just enough to locate Al in his peripheral vision. The Observer was in a dudgeon every bit as high as Sam imagined Max's was right now, but Sam had already convinced himself not to be swayed by any protest lodged by either of them, so he offered his partner a smile of greeting, then returned to scanning both the computer screen and the folded copy of The Wall Street Journal that lay beside the keyboard.

"What are you doing? How come you're using that thing instead of the --" Al's head tipped toward the oversized monitor connected to the supercomputer Gooshie had been lusting after.

"His personal files are on here."

"Why?"

"I don't know why. Why do I need a why for everything?"

"I don't know," Al fussed. "Who was that guy in the suit you were talking to?"

Sam shook his head absently. "A courier, with papers I had to sign. And I'm reading my E-mail."

"You mean Powell's E-mail."

I send some messages yesterday, and these are the responses, so technically, it's my E-mail. Did you talk to Tom?"

"Yeah. Kind of. Yeah. Until he stopped wanting to listen."

"And?"

"Tom hears what he wants to hear."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means he's still mad. I can't take him to you, so ergo, you're either dead or you're a gold-plated SOB and so am I. He's not listening to anything else. And I can't," Al said before Sam could offer a rebuttal, "take him below ground. They'd fry my ass. He doesn't have clearance to go below Level Two."

"When did that ever matter?"

"What?"

"Rules. Laws. Regulations. You live to break rules."

"Saaaam. Would you just let me handle it? I told you I'd handle it."

"You're doing a swell job of it."