Crash & Burn

Crash & Burn

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by Lisa Gardner
     
 

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The #1 New York Times bestselling author’s latest stand-alone thriller, with a cameo by her fan-favorite character, Boston Detective D.D. Warren

My name is Nicky Frank. Except, most likely, it isn’t.

Nicole Frank shouldn’t have been able to survive the car accident, much less crawl up the steep ravine. Not in the dark, not

Overview

The #1 New York Times bestselling author’s latest stand-alone thriller, with a cameo by her fan-favorite character, Boston Detective D.D. Warren

My name is Nicky Frank. Except, most likely, it isn’t.

Nicole Frank shouldn’t have been able to survive the car accident, much less crawl up the steep ravine. Not in the dark, not in the rain, not with her injuries. But one thought allows her to defy the odds and flag down help: Vero.

I’m looking for a little girl. I have to save her. Except, most likely, she doesn’t exist.

Sergeant Wyatt Foster is frustrated when even the search dogs can’t find any trace of the mysterious missing child. Until Nicky’s husband, Thomas, arrives with a host of shattering revelations: Nicole Frank suffers from a rare brain injury and the police shouldn’t trust anything she says.

My husband claims he’ll do anything to save me. Except, most likely, he can’t.

Who is Nicky Frank, and what happened the night her car sailed off the road? Was it a random accident or something more sinister given the woman’s lack of family and no close friends? The deeper Wyatt digs, the more concerned he becomes. Because it turns out, in the past few months, Nicky has suffered from more than one close accident. . . . In fact, it would appear someone very much wants her dead.

This is my life. Except, most likely, it’s not. Now watch me crash and burn.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
12/01/2014
Nothing is what it seems in this expertly crafted standalone from Thriller Award–winner Gardner. After a luxury car is discovered at the bottom of a ravine in rural New Hampshire, along with its confused and injured driver, Nicole Frank, Sgt. Wyatt Foster and PI Tessa Leoni, last seen in 2013’s Touch & Go, get on the case. What begins as a run-of-the-mill car accident turns into an investigation that uncovers a whole history of sickening crimes. Nicole’s suspiciously taciturn husband, Thomas Frank, informs Foster and Leoni that his wife suffers from postconcussive syndrome, a result of a previous fall down the basement stairs, and of some subsequent stumbles. A recovering Nicole confusedly rambles about a young girl called Vero, who may or may not be her daughter. A subplot involving Foster and Leoni’s personal relationship is a welcome distraction from the horrors that Nicole confronts as her latent memories slowly resurface. Gardner keeps the reader guessing to the end. Agent: Meg Ruley, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Feb.)
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Praise for CRASH & BURN

"This page-turner, with its contemporary, hard-edged flavor, is sure to satisfy Gardner’s ardent fan base."
-- Booklist

"With labyrinthine twists and surprises on just about every turn of the page, Gardner has crafted a delight of a suspense novel."
--New York Journal of Books

"When you crack open a book by Gardner you know  you are in for an astonishingly twisty tale that will keep you guessing."
-- RT Book Reviews

"Lisa Gardner never disappoints."
-- Suspense Magazine

"Lisa Gardner is a superb wordsmith, as she proves with Crash & Burn."
-- Fresh Fiction

"Expertly crafted."
-- Publishers Weekly

"Lisa Gardner delivers another gutwrenching emotional thriller with her latest psychological tale, Crash & Burn.... [her] most unpredictable novel to date." --Associated Press

Praise for Lisa Gardner's Previous Books

"Nobody writes about the psychological aspects of working in law enforcement better than Lisa Gardner.... She's written another thriller that will keep fans gasping while drawing new readers into the vivid psychological narrative."
  Associated Press on Fear Nothing

"In this strong addition to the series, Gardner retains her place on thrillerdom's top tier."
Booklist (starred review) on Fear Nothing

"Her most intriguing and complex novel to date...Only an author as talented as Gardner could make the book so intensely satisfying."
  Huffington Post on Fear Nothing

"When it comes to delivering riveting, complex female protagonists, Gardner is in a class by herself."
RT Book Reviews on Fear Nothing

"Gardner repeatedly ratchets up the tension."
Publishers Weekly on Fear Nothing

“If you think Gardner pulled out all the stops in D.D.’s previous cases...you ain’t seen nothing yet. Better fasten your seat belt for this roller-coaster ride through family hell.”
Kirkus (starred review) on Fear Nothing

"Lisa Gardner delivers an intelligent, sophisticated, psychological thriller in her latest installment Fear Nothing...Gardner continues to show why she is on the short list of top thriller writers today."
Suspense Magazine

"Lisa Gardner is her absolute best in Fear Nothing."
Bookreporter.com

“Lisa Gardner, the master of the psychological thriller, has delivered another tour de force with Touch & Go...Gardner does an amazing job of creating realistic situations and characters with emotional resonance. The constant surprises will shock even the most jaded thriller reader.”
Associated Press

“Returning home after a date night meant to repair their marriage, Justin and Libby Denbe are abducted along with their teenage daughter from their glamorous Boston townhouse, leaving cops with no motive or ransom demand. The suspense crackles as the Denbes grapple with their captors’ bewildering brutality. But what gives the story heart is Libby’s dawning realization that her family may have been broken long before their kidnappers appeared.”
People on Touch & Go

"[A] no-holds-barred stand-alone from Thriller Award–winner Gardner... The suspense builds as the action races to a spectacular conclusion and the unmasking of the plot’s mastermind."
Publishers Weekly

“[A] thrill ride... Even readers who figure out the ringleader long before [Investigators] Tessa and Wyatt will get behind on their sleep turning pages to make sure they're right."
Kirkus Reviews

"Gardner’s depiction of a woman in the midst of emotional chaos is spot on, as usual, and she proves herself just as capable when it comes to creating intriguing men. Readers will want to see more of Wyatt, just as they grew to appreciate Bobby Dodge in Gardner’s earlier books."

Booklist

New York Times best-selling author Gardner always plays in the big leagues, but this scare-your-socks-off thriller is a grand slam, packed with enigmatic characters (some good, some crazily evil), expert procedural detail, and superb storytelling.”
Library Journal on Catch Me

“Gardner has become one of the best psychological thriller writers in the business. The compelling characters, the shocking plot and the realistic atmosphere of how police operate make this a "must read" for any suspense aficionado.”
— Associated Press on Catch Me

“The creepy meter is off the charts—though not sensationalized—with children the target of physical, psychological, and sexual abuse at the hands of both strangers and parents. And, somehow, miraculously without any contrivance, Gardner’s conclusion delivers a welcome glimmer of hope.”
Booklist (starred review) on Catch Me

“Gardner’s sixth Det. D.D. Warren thriller grabs from the get-go.”
People on Catch Me

“Lisa Gardner is a writer who gets better and better with each new book...[Catch Me] is full of twists and turns, but best of all, it is filled with fascinating characters who come to life on her pages.”
Huffington Post on Catch Me

“Irresistible.”
Kirkus on Catch Me

Library Journal
09/01/2014
When car-crash survivor Nicky Frank sobs that she must find a little girl named Vero, her husband tells police not to listen because she was already suffering from a brain injury before the accident. But can he be trusted? Bravura author Gardner's stand-alone offers a peek at series stalwart Boston detective D.D. Warren, last seen in Fear Nothing.
Kirkus Reviews
2014-12-06
A New Hampshire cop tries to piece together a mysterious woman's life following a car accident and discovers nothing is as it seems. Gardner (Fear Nothing, 2014, etc.) puts Sgt. Wyatt Foster front and center in this overly complicated thriller, while corporate security expert—and Foster's new girlfriend—Tessa Leoni, from the 2011 Love You More, plays a distant second fiddle. When Foster is called to a single-car accident on a rural road, it seems like driver Nicole Frank simply drank too much Scotch and drove off the road. But Nicole, who miraculously survives the crash, insists that her daughter, Vero, is still missing. Foster and his team launch a massive search until Nicole's husband, Thomas, arrives at the hospital and tells the police that there is no child: Nicole suffered a traumatic brain injury (actually several), causing her to conjure an imaginary daughter. As the details of Nicole's original injury—she suspiciously fell down both her basement and front stairs within the span of a few months—emerge, Foster and the reader become more, rather than less, confused. Nicole's history unspools in calculated sound bites, with each episode ending in an artificial cliffhanger. According to Nicole—who claims to be "the woman who died twice"—she escaped a horrific childhood in a brothel known as the Dollhouse, a place that's the nexus of the mystery surrounding Vero, who may or may not be a figment of her addled brain. Gardner tacks on so many twists that even the most astute reader will be confused, and even the intriguing resolution, when it finally comes, doesn't answer all the plot's unnecessary questions.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780451475688
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
11/03/2015
Pages:
480
Sales rank:
48,913
Product dimensions:
4.25(w) x 7.56(h) x 1.00(d)

Read an Excerpt

***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof***

Copyright  © 2015 Lisa Gardner

Chapter 1

I died once.

I remember now, as much as I am capable of remembering anything, the sensation of pain, burning and sharp, followed by fatigue, crushing and deep. I’d wanted to lie down; I recall that clearly. I’d needed to be done with it. But I hadn’t. I’d fought the pain, the fatigue, the fucking white light. I’d clawed my way back to the land of the living.

Because of Vero. She needed me.

What have you done?

I am weightless now. I understand, absently, this is not a good thing. Cars shouldn’t be weightless. A luxury SUV was never intended to fly. And I smell something sharp and astringent. Alcohol. More specifically, whiskey. Glenlivet. Always prided myself on drinking the good stuff.

What have you done?

I want to cry out. As long as I’m sailing through the air, about to die for the second time, I should at least be able to scream. But no sound comes from my throat.

Instead, I stare through the plunging windshield, out into the pitch-black night, and I notice, of all things, that it’s raining.

Like that night. Before . . .

What have you done?

It is not so bad to fly. The feeling is pleasant, even exhilarating. The limits of gravity defied, the pressure of earthbound life left far behind. I should lift my arms, spread them wide and embrace the second death looming before me.

Vero.

Beautiful little Vero.

And then . . .

Gravity takes its revenge. My car is weightless no more as it reconnects savagely with the earth. A shuddering crash. An echoing boom. My body, once in flight, now tossed like a rag doll against steering wheel, dashboard, gear shift. The sound of glass cracking. My face shattering.

Pain, burning and sharp. Followed by fatigue, crushing and deep. I want to lie down. I need to be done with it.

Vero, I think.

And then: Oh my God, what have I done?

My face is wet. I lick my lips, tasting water, salt, blood. Slowly, I lift my head, only for my temple to explode in agony. I wince, tucking my chin reflexively against my chest, then rest my aching forehead against hard plastic. The steering wheel of my car, I realize, is now crushed against my chest, while my leg is twisted at a nearly impossible angle, my knee wedged somewhere under the crumpled dash. I have fallen, I think, and I can’t get up.

I hear a sound. Laughter. Or maybe it’s keening. It’s a strange sound. High-pitched, continuous and not entirely sane.

It’s coming from me.

More wet. The rain has found its way inside my vehicle. Or I have found a way outside. I’m not sure. Whiskey. The stench of alcohol is so strong it makes me want to vomit. Soaked into my shirt, I realize. Then, my gaze still struggling to take in my surroundings, I spy glass fragments scattered around me; the remains of a bottle.

I should move. Get out. Call someone. Do something.

My head hurts so damn much, and instead of velvet black sky, I see bursting white lights exploding across my field of vision.

Vero.

One word. It rises to the front of my mind. Grounding me. Guiding me. Urging me forward. Vero, Vero, Vero.

I move. Laboriously, the keening sound replaced by a soul-wrenching scream as I attempt to extricate myself from the driver’s seat. My vehicle appears to have landed on its front end, the dash nearly crushed against me. I’m not upright, but tilted forward, as if my Audi, once it broke its nose, couldn’t regain its balance. It means I have to work doubly hard to unpin myself from the accordionized space between my seat and the steering wheel and collapsed dash.

Airbag. The excess mass wraps around my arms, tangles up my hands, and I curse it. Back to screaming and fighting and ranting gibberish, but the senseless rage spikes my adrenaline until at least the crushing fatigue is gone, and now there is only pain, an endless, terrible pain I already understand I can’t afford to contemplate, as I finally wiggle my way sideways from between the driver’s seat and the dash. I collapse, panting heavily, onto the center console. Legs work. Arms, too.

Head’s on fire.

Vero.

Smoke. Do I smell smoke? I suffer an immediate bolt of panic. Smoke, screams, fire. Smoke, screams, fire.

Vero, Vero, Vero.

Run!

No. I catch myself. No smoke. That was the first time. How many times can a woman die? I’m not sure. It’s a blur in my head, from the smell of wet earth to the heat of flames. All separate and yet together. I am dying. I am dead. No, I am merely dying. No, wait, I am dead. The first time, the second time, the third?

I can’t sort it out.

Only one thing matters, has ever mattered. Vero. I must save Vero. Backseat. I twist myself around. I hit first my left knee, then my right, and scream again. Fuck it. Don’t care. Backseat. I have to get to the backseat.

I fumble around in the dark, licking rain and mud from my lips as other impressions start to register. The windshield is shattered, but also the moonroof, hence the inside rain. My once gorgeous, relatively new and luxurious Audi Q5 crossover SUV has been shortened by at least a foot, if not two, the front end sustaining the worst of the impact and the front doors most likely too warped to open. But the back appears to be relatively intact.

“Vero, Vero, Vero.”

I realize for the first time I am wearing gloves. Or used to be wearing gloves. The glass has shredded them into large bloody flaps that hinder my movements. I wrestle the first one off, then the second, then jam them self-consciously in my pants pocket. Can’t toss them on the floor. That would be littering and I treat my car better than that. Used to treat my car better than that?

My head hurts so damn much. I want to curl up in a ball and sleep and sleep and sleep.

But I don’t. I can’t. Vero.

Forcing myself to move once more, I rummage right, then left, fingers fumbling in the dark. But I find nothing. No one. I search and search, first the backseat, then, more shakily, the floor. But no small body magically appears.

What if . . . She could’ve been thrown, tossed from the airborne vehicle. The car had tried to fly, and maybe so had Vero.

Mommy, look at me. I’m an airplane.

What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?

I must get out of the vehicle. Nothing else matters. Out there, something in the dark, the rain, the mud. Vero. I must save her.

I drag myself by the elbows from the front of my crumpled car to the back. Then, a sharp turn for the rear passenger’s door. But it won’t open. I yank the handle, smearing blood. I shove against the door. Cry, beg and plead, but nothing. It won’t give. The damage, the child’s safety lock. Shit!

One other exit. The way back, rear cargo hatch. Moving again, painfully slow as the pain in my head turns to nausea in my stomach, and I know I’m going to vomit, but I don’t care. I have to get out of this car. I have to find Vero.

The puke, when it comes, is a thin liquid spew that smells of expensive single malt and a long night’s regret.

I drag myself through the heinous puddle and keep going. First lucky break: The collision has jarred the rear hatch open.

I push it the rest of the way up. Then, when crawling proves too much for my bruised—broken?—ribs, I drag myself out with my arms and belly flop onto the ground. Mud, soft and oozing, eases my fall. I roll over, panting from the pain, the force of my exertions, the hopelessness of my situation.

Rain, rain, go away, please come back some other day.

Mommy, look at me, I’m an airplane.

I’m tired again. Fatigue, crushing and deep. I could just lie here. Help will come. Someone who saw the accident, heard the crash. Another motorist passing by. Or maybe someone will miss me. Someone who cares.

An image of a man’s face pops into my mind but is gone before
I can catch it.

“Vero,” I whisper. To the falling rain, the oozing mud, the star- less night.

The smell of smoke, I think idly. The heat of fire. No, that was the first time. Focus, dammit. Focus!

I roll back over and begin my journey.

The road appears to be high above me. There is mud, grass, scraggly bushes and sharp rocks between it and me. I hear distant sounds, cars whizzing above me, like exotic birds, and I realize, as I belly crawl forward inch by inch, that the vehicles are too far away. They are up; I am down. They will never see me. They will never stop and help me find Vero.

Another inch, two, three, four. Gasping as I hit a rock. Cursing as I tangle in a bush. My trembling fingers reaching forward, searching, searching, searching. While my head screams in agony and I pause, time after time, to retch pathetic little spits of bile.

Vero.

And then: Oh, Nicky, what have you done?

I hear that keening noise again, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to realize that the distressed animal making all those sounds is actually me.

I don’t know how long I wriggle myself up through the slipping, sliding mud. I know by the time I crest the hill, I’m covered head to toe in black ooze, and far from disturbing me, it amuses me. It’s fitting, I think. I look as I ought to look.

Like a woman who’s crawled from the grave.

Lights. Twin pinpricks, looming closer. I get up on my hands and knees now. Have to, if the passing motorist is to see me. And it’s okay, because my ribs don’t hurt anymore. My body has gone numb, the screaming in my head having overloaded all circuits and left everything else curiously blank.

Maybe I’m already dead. Maybe this is what the dead look like, as I get one foot beneath me and, slowly but surely, rise to standing.

A screech of brakes. The oncoming car, fishtailing briefly as the driver overapplies the brakes in the wet conditions. Then, miraculously, it stops, right before my raised hand and pale, rain-streaked face.

“Holy—” An elderly man, clearly shaken, is briefly illuminated by the interior light as he opens the driver’s side door. He steps out uncertainly, rises to standing. “Ma’am, are you all right?”

I don’t say a word.

“Is it an accident? Where’s your car? Ma’am, you want me to dial nine-one-one?”

I don’t say a word.

I just think: Vero.

And suddenly, I remember. I remember everything. An enormous explosion of light, terror and rage. A shooting pain not only through my head but through my heart. And in that instant, I recall exactly who I am. The monster from underneath the bed.

Across from me, as if sensing my thoughts, the old man recoils, takes a small step back.

“Um . . . just stay there, ma’am. Just . . . I’ll, um, I’ll phone for help.”

The man disappears back inside the dimly lit interior of his car. I don’t say anything. I stand in the rain, swaying on my feet.

I think, one last time: Vero.

Then the moment is gone, the memory passed.

And I am no one at all, just a woman twice returned from the dead.

Chapter 2

The call came in shortly after 5 a.m.: single MVA, off the road, unknown injuries. Given that the town in question didn’t have a nighttime duty officer—welcome to the wilds of New Hampshire— county patrol was dispatched to handle the situation. That officer, Todd Reynes, arrived fifteen minutes later—again, welcome to the wilds of New Hampshire, or more accurately, long, windy back roads that never lead directly from here to there—just as the EMTs were struggling to strap a single muddy, bloody woman onto a backboard. The driver, he was told, had definitely suffered extensive injuries and reeked of enough alcohol to make standing next to her a risk for a contact high.

A second motorist lingered nearby, the old guy who’d found the woman and placed the initial call. He was keeping away from the action but acknowledged Officer Reynes with a short nod, clearly prepared to make a statement or sign on the dotted line or do whatever it was you did to officially end your part of something you never wanted to be involved with in the first place.

Officer Reynes returned the nod, already thinking this was pretty straightforward. One drunk driver, about to be hauled away by the EMTs. One smashed-up car, soon to be towed by the next available wrecker. That would be that.

What People are saying about this

From the Publisher

"Nobody writes about the psychological aspects of working in law enforcement better than Lisa Gardner.... She's written another thriller that will keep fans gasping while drawing new readers into the vivid psychological narrative."
  Associated Press on Fear Nothing

"In this strong addition to the series, Gardner retains her place on thrillerdom's top tier."
Booklist (starred review) on Fear Nothing

"Her most intriguing and complex novel to date...Only an author as talented as Gardner could make the book so intensely satisfying."
  Huffington Post on Fear Nothing

"When it comes to delivering riveting, complex female protagonists, Gardner is in a class by herself."
RT Book Reviews on Fear Nothing

"Gardner repeatedly ratchets up the tension."
Publishers Weekly on Fear Nothing

“If you think Gardner pulled out all the stops in D.D.’s previous cases...you ain’t seen nothing yet. Better fasten your seat belt for this roller-coaster ride through family hell.”
Kirkus (starred review) on Fear Nothing

"Lisa Gardner delivers an intelligent, sophisticated, psychological thriller in her latest installment Fear Nothing...Gardner continues to show why she is on the short list of top thriller writers today."
Suspense Magazine

"Lisa Gardner is her absolute best in Fear Nothing."
Bookreporter.com

“Lisa Gardner, the master of the psychological thriller, has delivered another tour de force with Touch & Go...Gardner does an amazing job of creating realistic situations and characters with emotional resonance. The constant surprises will shock even the most jaded thriller reader.”
Associated Press

“Returning home after a date night meant to repair their marriage, Justin and Libby Denbe are abducted along with their teenage daughter from their glamorous Boston townhouse, leaving cops with no motive or ransom demand. The suspense crackles as the Denbes grapple with their captors’ bewildering brutality. But what gives the story heart is Libby’s dawning realization that her family may have been broken long before their kidnappers appeared.”
People on Touch & Go

"[A] no-holds-barred stand-alone from Thriller Award–winner Gardner... The suspense builds as the action races to a spectacular conclusion and the unmasking of the plot’s mastermind."
Publishers Weekly

“[A] thrill ride... Even readers who figure out the ringleader long before [Investigators] Tessa and Wyatt will get behind on their sleep turning pages to make sure they're right."
Kirkus Reviews

"Gardner’s depiction of a woman in the midst of emotional chaos is spot on, as usual, and she proves herself just as capable when it comes to creating intriguing men. Readers will want to see more of Wyatt, just as they grew to appreciate Bobby Dodge in Gardner’s earlier books." —Booklist

New York Times best-selling author Gardner always plays in the big leagues, but this scare-your-socks-off thriller is a grand slam, packed with enigmatic characters (some good, some crazily evil), expert procedural detail, and superb storytelling.”
Library Journal on Catch Me

“Gardner has become one of the best psychological thriller writers in the business. The compelling characters, the shocking plot and the realistic atmosphere of how police operate make this a "must read" for any suspense aficionado.”
— Associated Press on Catch Me

“The creepy meter is off the charts—though not sensationalized—with children the target of physical, psychological, and sexual abuse at the hands of both strangers and parents. And, somehow, miraculously without any contrivance, Gardner’s conclusion delivers a welcome glimmer of hope.”
Booklist (starred review) on Catch Me

“Gardner’s sixth Det. D.D. Warren thriller grabs from the get-go.”
People on Catch Me

“Lisa Gardner is a writer who gets better and better with each new book...[Catch Me] is full of twists and turns, but best of all, it is filled with fascinating characters who come to life on her pages.”
Huffington Post on Catch Me

“Irresistible.”
Kirkus on Catch Me

Meet the Author

LISA GARDNER is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of sixteen previous novels. Her Detective D. D. Warren novels include Fear Nothing, Catch Me, Love You More, and The Neighbor, which won the International Thriller of the Year Award. She lives with her family in New England.

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Crash & Burn 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 57 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
No Spoilers in this review! You can read the plot on the details page so i will not rehash that. This is another good page turner from Lisa Gardner although i thought i had the entire mystery of Vero and Nicki solved by the first 100 pages. Turned out i was wrong! Very entertaining for a rainy day book BUT it will never be on Oprah's list and it is not the great American novel; nor does it try to be. It is a good book for the rest of us who enjoy a good mystery. Enjoyed it as Nicki unravels the nightmares that haunt her.
Virginiaw More than 1 year ago
I had a hard time putting this down.  There were so many twist a d turns.i was surprised by the ending in some ways and some ways I began to suspect what was going on.loved the characters.  Hope more keep coming out.  I received a free copy from FirsttoRead for a fair and honest opinion.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really appreciate it when reviews are honest opinions and not a summary of the story. I have been a Lisa Gardner fan for many years, but she lost me on this one. It had too much repetitious detail and the actions of the police were absurd. Her unique story ideas, including head injury ramifications, were lost in an overly complicated plot.
lindyLW More than 1 year ago
This book kept me up till 3:30, I couldn`t put it down till I finished. It is a page turner with lots of twists and turns to keep your interest. I love her books, but I think this is the best yet. She is a great author. I know you will enjoy the book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had a hard time starting and finishing this book. I really disliked all of the new characters. The book was slow and boring from start to end and I was glad when it was over. I felt this time Gardner just wanted to pump one out. I have read all of Gardner's books. I wish I would have saved my money and passed on this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The storyline dragged on and honestly was boring. Wished i had waited for it to go on sale before buying. I have read all of her books and this one i could have done without reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was not Lisa Gardner's finest. The plot lines were not entwined but repetitive and boring. By the end of the book you didn't care about the characters, I just felt myself wishing for the end of the book. Would not recommend this purchase, even from a discount shelf
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not my favorite read from one of my favorite authors. The pacing was off IMO. The incessant repetition made me put the book down on numerous occassions. Toward the end she weaves her magic and rescues the story thankfully.
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts The story starts out with a terrible car wreck…Vero wants to fly… and from there the story twists and turns and dives and twists some more. It gets terribly dark in places and has the reader thinking “Where can this author be taking us?” Nicky Frank has had a life beyond imagination and has forgotten more than she remembers. She has had 2 recent events that cause concussions before the car accident and now her entire past is coming back to her is bits and pieces. Sergeant Wyatt Foster doesn’t know what to believe. Nicky and her husband Thomas do not have much of a traceable past, no friends, no family. Is Thomas abusing his wife? Are her memories real or make believe? Could they be tied to other crimes? And if it happened, where did it happen? Why would someone want to kill Nicky Frank? He has very little physical evidence to work with and someone keeps trying to block the very slim trail it leads to. Lisa Gardner is best selling author for a very good reason. Her stories are so dynamic that once you start reading you can’t stop. This is definitely a book that will cause a book hangover. Just when you think you have figured out what is happening or find a good stopping point Gardner twists the story inside out and you have to keep reading and reading and reading and then you reach the end and all you can say is WOW! I didn’t see that coming! This story has been publicized as a stand alone with with a cameo by her fan-favorite character, Boston Detective D.D. Warren, but it seems to be the third book featuring Tessa Leoni with appearances by D.D. Warren. It also appears Tessa was introduced in books in the D.D. Warren series. I have read a few of Gardner’s FBI Profiler series and I grabbed this one because she was an author I truly enjoyed. Now I want to go back and read them all. Checking online these two series are very intertwined and some are listed as stand alones like this one so it does get pretty confusing. I am usually a stickler for reading series books in order but I have to tell you this book does read excellently as a stand alone as advertized and If you like a really good psychological thriller you should add Cash & Burn to your list.
Anonymous 7 days ago
Excellent
Anonymous 11 months ago
I've read all Lisa Gardner's D.D. Warren series and consider them some of the best detective thrillers I've ever read and I'm sure her fans would agree with me. This one, however, was too unbelievable for words. Redundant, confusing, and just plain ridiculous. The only sensible character was the brief periods when they needed advise from Sargeant D. D. Warren. Tessa Leoni series is not up to parr with Gardner's D. D. Warren series, in my opinion.
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Odd little book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
as usual this author amazes me with her writing, this was an excellent book and you won't be sorry if u purchase!!
SondiSD More than 1 year ago
Love Love this book! I couldn't put it down! I read this book in just a few days! Lisa Gardner at her best! Great story! Great Book!
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MLD69 More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed all the twists and turns in this book. A lot of surprising things it it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nothing to figure out not thrilling or suspendful
dutcheja More than 1 year ago
This is definitely not a light read. It is an edge of your seat ride with shocking twists and turns throughout the book. You have to pay attention or you might miss an important piece of the puzzle. I would definitely recommend it if you are looking for an intense great read.
Life_On_The_Border More than 1 year ago
I agree with Feb. 18's "A review is not a summary".  Not her best by far. Such totally improbable events such as sheriff going 48 hrs. without sleep but speeding through the mountains at night. Doesn't he have any other cases to work on?  The crash itself is so technically-challenged that I don't think MacGyver could have managed it without injury.  I like the characters, but not this plot.  Nonetheless, rad it in a day and half. Please bring back Quincy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Honestly there were so many twists and turns in this book. I tried staying one step ahead, but every time I thought I had it, I was proven wrong. A lot of the things were unexpected but I liked that, despite a few tears. I honestly recommend this, so happy I bought it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With some familiar characters to lead the way, this book was constantly twisting and turning the plot. It was engrossing and just when I thought I had it figured out it, everything changed . What a great read.
browneye More than 1 year ago
Is she "Vero" - Did he do it ? or is someone after her? The story keeps mving back and forth between characters. Keeps you wondering
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of my favorite lisa gardners novels.