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NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY THE SACRAMENTO BEE

In the tradition of Scott Turow, William Landay, and Nelson DeMille, Crime of Privilege is a stunning thriller about power, corruption, and the law in America—and the dangerous ways they come together.
 
A murder on Cape Cod. A rape in Palm Beach.
 
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NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY THE SACRAMENTO BEE

In the tradition of Scott Turow, William Landay, and Nelson DeMille, Crime of Privilege is a stunning thriller about power, corruption, and the law in America—and the dangerous ways they come together.
 
A murder on Cape Cod. A rape in Palm Beach.
 
All they have in common is the presence of one of America’s most beloved and influential families. But nobody is asking questions. Not the police. Not the prosecutors. And certainly not George Becket, a young lawyer toiling away in the basement of the Cape & Islands district attorney’s office. George has always lived at the edge of power. He wasn’t born to privilege, but he understands how it works and has benefitted from it in ways he doesn’t like to admit. Now, an investigation brings him deep inside the world of the truly wealthy—and shows him what a perilous place it is.
 
Years have passed since a young woman was found brutally slain at an exclusive Cape Cod golf club, and no one has ever been charged. Cornered by the victim’s father, George can’t explain why certain leads were never explored—leads that point in the direction of a single family—and he agrees to look into it.
 
What begins as a search through the highly stratified layers of Cape Cod society, soon has George racing from Idaho to Hawaii, Costa Rica to France to New York City. But everywhere he goes he discovers people like himself: people with more secrets than answers, people haunted by a decision years past to trade silence for protection from life’s sharp edges. George finds his friends are not necessarily still friends and a spouse can be unfaithful in more ways than one. And despite threats at every turn, he is driven to reconstruct the victim’s last hours while searching not only for a killer but for his own redemption.

Praise for Crime of Privilege
 
“Twisting, engrossing, irresistible.”—William Landay, author of Defending Jacob
 
“Stunning . . . an outstanding crime story.”Library Journal (starred review)
 
“A terrifically entertaining race of a read . . . jam-packed with intelligence, insight, morality and heart. Top-notch and highly recommended!”—John Lescroart
 
“A gripping thriller . . . an unsettling, multilayered look at the insidious symbiosis between power and corruption.”Maclean’s
 
“A legal thriller and a murder mystery cloaked in pure enjoyment . . . The author’s wit, dry and cutting, is razor-sharp.”Bookreporter
 
“An engaging, very well-paced novel . . . exciting and unpredictable.”—Examiner.com

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George Becket was a confused spring break reveler when he witnessed the rape of a woman by the two well-connected Gregory boys. He did not report what he saw, not even after the traumatized victim of that savage crime committed suicide. Decades later, still reconstructing himself as a lawyer, he finds himself still pursued by what he had seen and what he had not done that day. Told in the first person, this novel of justice finally achieved manages to be a convincing character portrait even as it takes its protagonist on dangerous adventures in several locales.

Publishers Weekly
Walker’s sixth legal thriller—his first since 1993’s The Appearance of Impropriety—is a sheer pleasure to read. In March 1996, during a party at the Palm Beach, Fla., mansion of the politically connected Gregory family, George Becket discovers cousins Peter Gregory Martin and Jamie Gregory sexually violating a drunken young woman in the library. George hesitates at first, then intervenes to prevent further abuse. In March 2008, now an ADA on Cape Cod, George is still feeling guilty that he didn’t step in sooner. Bill Telford, a guy he meets at a local restaurant, offers him a chance to assuage his guilt. Bill wants to know why members of the Gregory family have never been implicated in the unsolved murder of his college-age daughter, Heidi, nine years earlier. Although Bill’s tenaciousness has made him a joke among lawyers and police, George is determined to crack the case. Are the Gregorys guilty, or has someone who resents their wealth and power made them targets? George must find his own moral compass, in a summer read notable for credible characters and unpredictable twists. Agent: David Gernert, the Gernert Agency. (June)
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“Walter Walker combines an experienced attorney’s sense of our flawed criminal justice system with a natural storyteller’s gift. Crime of Privilege is a twisting, engrossing, irresistible detective story.”—William Landay, author of Defending Jacob
 
“A stunning first legal thriller that is sure to get as much attention as John Grisham’s The Firmand Scott Turow’s Presumed Innocent . . . An outstanding crime story with spot-on characterization, a protagonist whose humiliating past compels sympathy, and a host of unexpected suspects. The novel’s moral complexity will appeal to readers who enjoyed works as diverse as Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities, Nelson DeMille’s The Gold Coast, and any number of contemporary thrillers.”Library Journal (starred review)
 
“Walter Walker’s Crime of Privilege is a terrifically entertaining race of a read that also effortlessly manages to be jam-packed with intelligence, insight, morality and heart. Top-notch and highly recommended!”New York Times bestselling author John Lescroart
 
“A gripping thriller . . . an unsettling, multilayered look at the insidious symbiosis between power and corruption.”Maclean’s

“Fans of John Grisham and Scott Turow especially will love this engrossing story of murder involving high society. The author’s wit, dry and cutting, is razor-sharp and somewhat reminiscent of Nelson DeMille’s John Corey. . . . Crime of Privilege qualifies as a tale of moral redemption, a legal thriller, and a murder mystery cloaked in pure enjoyment.”Bookreporter
 
Crime of Privilege is a privilege to read . . . an engaging, very well-paced novel . . . exciting and unpredictable.”Examiner.com

“A whodunit set in Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous . . . fast-paced with lots of sharp turns . . . You'll lose yourself in it.”The Guardian (U.K.)
 
“Nuanced and emotionally convincing . . . a subtle, well-paced thriller.”USA Today

“A slick, satisfying conspiracy novel where revenge tastes best served with a highball.”Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel
 
“A sheer pleasure to read . . . George must find his own moral compass, in a summer read notable for credible characters and unpredictable twists.”Publishers Weekly (starred review)
 
“A page-turning, puzzle-solving adventure.”Booklist
 
“Walker maintains his dry, sometimes biting humor and moral edge. . . . A convincing portrait of misbehavior among the rich and powerful.”Kirkus Reviews

Crime of Privilege is not only a first-class legal thriller, it is an astute examination of our society and how we are corrupted by power and money. The rich are indeed different; they get away with murder. An absolutely engrossing read from beginning to end. Not only is it a well told story of crime and punishment, but also a finely nuanced tale of sin and redemption.”—Nelson DeMille
 
Crime of Privilege is wonderfully written, and Walter Walker has a great talent, the God-given kind that can’t be taught or learned or acquired, and the reader knows it from the first paragraph of the book. The characters are complex and interesting yet also emblematic of all the players in the class war, which is the stuff of all epic stories. I love the protagonist, and I also love the portrayal of the world of the very rich. There is something about the very rich that is hard to describe, but Walter Walker got them in the camera’s lens perfectly.”—James Lee Burke
 
“A gripping, chilling tale that pits privilege against pride, with a not-entirely-innocent man caught in the untenable middle.”—Chris Pavone, New York Times bestselling author of The Expats

Library Journal
In 1996, during spring break in Florida, befuddled student George Becket looks on while a drunken Kendrick Powell is raped by two boys, relatives of a powerful New England senator. When evidence is suppressed and the boys go unpunished, Kendrick commits suicide. Now it's 12 years after the rape, and Becket, a deputy district attorney in the Cape and Islands District Attorney's office, finds himself under pressure. Senator Gregory's henchmen want him to do nothing to harm the family; Kendrick's wealthy father wants justice and to put a stop to the Gregorys' criminal behavior; and Bill Telford wants to know why no one ever followed up on evidence he gathered regarding his daughter Heidi, found on a golf course with her head bashed in the night after attending a party with the Gregory boys. Tossed about by these forces and hoping to atone for his past, Becket follows clues that lead from Cape Cod to Hawaii, from San Francisco to Costa Rica, and from Idaho to France. VERDICT While seemingly taking as its inspiration the by-now tiring shenanigans of a family like the Kennedys, Walker's sixth novel (after The Appearance of Impropriety) is an outstanding crime story with spot-on characterization, a protagonist whose humiliating past compels sympathy, and a host of unexpected suspects. The novel's moral complexity will appeal to readers who enjoyed works as diverse as Tom Wolfe's Bonfire of the Vanities, Nelson DeMille's The Gold Coast, and any number of contemporary thrillers. [Author tour; library marketing.]—Ron Terpening, Univ. of Arizona, Tucson
Kirkus Reviews
Years after watching his preppy friends sexually violate a young woman at a Palm Beach party, lowly assistant DA George Becket puts himself at risk by investigating their involvement in the unsolved murder of a girl in Cape Cod. The old friends, including several cousins, are related to a powerful Massachusetts senator--the "incredibly nice guy" who got Becket his job. The murder victim's grieving father, written off as a nut case for pestering authorities with theories about the cold case, convinces Becket the person who clubbed his daughter to death with a golf club wasn't found for political reasons. Becket quickly discovers links between that crime and the one in Palm Beach. Haunted by his failure to do anything to prevent the rape, he becomes obsessed with solving the murder. He flies around the country, and to Costa Rica and France, questioning people. He is so dogged in his pursuit of the truth, he earns the respect of the guy hired to beat him up. This book sometimes bogs down in whodunit-style exposition. The suspects include a one-time best buddy of George's who escaped to Idaho to run a rafting company, the bratty cousin who is now a shifty foreclosure banker with a movie-star girlfriend, and a family friend now living in Europe under an assumed name. Everyone has secrets, including Becket's elusive ex-wife, who cheated on him with a colleague of his, and his attractive co-worker, a society type who may or may not be on his side. Even when the action slows, Walker maintains his dry, sometimes biting humor and moral edge. In his first novel since The Appearance of Impropriety (1993), San Francisco trial lawyer Walker delivers a convincing portrait of misbehavior among the rich and powerful.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345548375
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/11/2014
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 223,994
  • Product dimensions: 5.19 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Meet the Author

Walter Walker
Walter Walker is a trial lawyer in San Francisco. He lives in Marin County, California, and on Cape Cod.
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PALM BEACH, March 1996

1.

Almost everyone had heard of the family’s mansion on Ocean Boulevard, but very few had been there. A large part of the reason I had agreed to go to Florida, to spend my spring break with McFetridge, was simply to get inside. We were staying at his parents’ place, down the road in Delray, but every night we were invited to a party or a gathering somewhere, and this was the crowning event, cocktails at the iconic Spanish Revival house on the beach, where, it was promised, the Senator himself would be present.

I would speak to him as a guest of a guest in his house. Senator, yes, George Becket here. I admire your work on . . . What did I admire his work on? Any liberal cause, I suppose. I was twenty-­two and filled with grandiose ideas. And then I was there, in his house, surrounded by people wearing silk and linen for a supposedly informal gathering where everyone acted as though it was normal for men in white jackets to park your car and women in black pinafores to serve champagne in crystal flutes carried on silver trays; and I had no opportunity to say anything more than, “Hello, Senator, thank you for having me.”

I had entered in McFetridge’s wake and we had been greeted by several family members who were not so much stationed in the foyer as conversing in its vicinity. I stood to the side while McFetridge went about kissing women’s cheeks and shaking men’s hands.

McFetridge seemed to know everyone. He knew them from a sailing race he did each May between Hyannisport and Nantucket, from Christmas-­week ski trips to Aspen, from clubs to which his parents belonged, from prep school. “Nan . . . Eastie . . . Harlan . . . this is my friend Georgie.”

I had gone to prep school, too, but not Hotchkiss, St. Paul’s, ­Groton, or even Milton. In my brief exchanges with his friends, I found myself mentioning the dominance of my school on the athletic fields, courts, tracks, and pools of New England. We didn’t even play their schools. We played Andover, Exeter, Choate, Deerfield, and beat them all. I caught looks that said, You want to talk about that? And I would scramble for something else to say. “You guys always had a good crew team, didn’t you? Going to Henley this year?” Sometimes I would be ignored, sometimes abandoned. George thought he was having a conversation one moment; George was all by himself the next.

I wandered through large rooms with red tiled floors, nodding at everyone who caught my eye and smiling at those who seemed to be wondering who I was. There were pictures on the walls, pictures in bookcases, pictures on shelves and on top of the grand piano. Pictures of members of the family with the pope, Churchill, Desmond Tutu. I wondered if Desmond Tutu had the same picture in his house. I wondered if the pope did.

Eventually I found myself standing next to a striking young woman who seemed similarly out of touch with everyone else at the party. She had thick black hair that swept past her shoulders and green eyes that probably sparkled when they weren’t so glazed with drink. Kendrick Powell, she said her name was, and she was a student at Bryn Mawr. I had been there once, for a mixer, and I knew just enough about the school to keep the conversation going. And then one of the cousins appeared holding two very large cocktails in his hands. Palm Beach Specials, he said they were, and he had just made them.

He handed a drink to each of us and then he was gone, and we were left sipping fancy combinations of liquor and fruit juice out of tall frosted glasses. “Are you part of the family?” she asked, and I told her no, I was a friend of a friend. She looked as though she had to consider that, whether it was worth her time to continue talking to me if I was only a friend of a friend of the family, and then the friend himself appeared. Paul McFetridge, with his dangerous smile and his air of knowing exactly what was going on, delivering yet another Palm Beach Special to the already intoxicated Ms. Powell. He rather absently handed me one as well, and now I stood with a Palm Beach Special in each hand, feeling rather like McFetridge’s butler, his man George, as he shouldered his way between Kendrick and me. Elliot was here, did she know Elliot? She didn’t know Elliot. Wonderful squash player, Elliot. She didn’t play squash.

I finished one of the drinks in a single long swallow and put the glass down on whatever surface I could find. It was immediately scooped up by one of the waitstaff, who was gone before I could even say “Sorry.”

And then McFetridge, too, was gone, replaced by two more of the cousins, Peter Gregory Martin and Jamie Gregory, and I was pushed to the outskirts of the conversation once again. It had been Kendrick and me. Then Kendrick and McFetridge and me. Then Kendrick and Peter and Jamie, and I was left with no one to talk to, nothing to do but hold my place while Peter chatted her up.

What had they talked about? What do rich girls discuss when they are at the homes of even richer people whom they do not know personally, but whom they know all about? Peter had offered her things. You ever Jet Ski? We’ve got a couple, you want to go out on the ocean with us? Maybe tomorrow. Oh, wait, there’s a polo match. Have you ever been to a polo match? Jamie, half a head shorter, had chimed in, telling her what a hoot they are, spread out a blanket, get a couple of bottles of champagne. What did I have to offer? I had no place to go tomorrow. No place to go even while they were talking to her.

Maybe that was why I agreed to join the tour when Peter and Jamie offered to show Kendrick the rest of the house. They said, “C’mon,” and I went. Tagged along. Not to have done so would have meant standing alone.

2.

The thing about the senator was that despite his flaws, and he had many of them, he was an incredibly nice guy. He was also very polite. When he saw what was happening—­when he opened the door and stuck his head into the room, saw that the girl was not protesting, saw that her eyes were open—­he simply pulled his head back and shut the door. This was no place for him.

The thing about me was that I wasn’t doing anything, which was both my saving grace and my ultimate shame.

I had thought we were going to look at pictures, such as the ones I had seen already. Oh, my, look. There’s Jacques Cousteau! Willy Brandt! James Earl Jones! I had been thinking that we were going to visit rooms where important people had gathered: statesmen and politicians, artists and actors and writers and singers, educators and generals, industry leaders and social activists. That we were going to stop to admire mementos given by one celebrity to another. But instead we went directly to the far end of the house, down a long hall and away from the rest of the revelers to the library. Where it was quiet. Where we shut the door behind us.

Except the door did not quite shut before Peter stopped in his tracks and looked rather blearily at me. He was a fairly large man, his face pink, his eyes light blue, and for a moment he seemed uncertain who I was or what I was doing there. And then it came to him, I was ­Mc­Fetridge’s friend. “Georgie,” he said, as though he was responding to a quiz.

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you go and get us another round of those specials?”

I still had one in my hand. I didn’t need another round. I had done nothing but drink since I arrived. I looked at Kendrick. Her glass was empty except for the ice. She had drunk two to my one, and neither Peter nor Jamie seemed to have anything. I tilted my glass to my mouth and for the second time drained everything in it in one very long swallow. “Okay,” I said.

When I left, Kendrick was standing in a corner of the library, staring at a painting. When I returned, she was on the couch. Both shoes were off. Her feet were up on the cushions. Her knees were up and her black dress had slid a fair way down her thighs.

I had four red drinks and was clutching them together so that extraction of any single glass had to be done quite carefully. “Oh, thank you!” she cried as I bent at the waist to give her first choice. I turned then to Peter, who was positioned down by Kendrick’s feet, one haunch on the couch cushion, one leg extended behind him, almost as if he was ready to start a sprint. “Put them over there, Georgie,” he said, waving to a credenza that was under the painting I had seen Kendrick admiring.

The painting turned out to be a Winslow Homer. I was pretty sure it was a Homer. A seascape illuminated by a spotlight that did little more than emphasize how dark and dusty the painting was, as though nobody had paid attention to it for a very long time. Kendrick was drinking. Peter and Jamie had taken up positions on either end of her. And I was staring at the Homer. Ah, the patina provides a palpable sense of the perils of pursuing a large poisson in a small boat on the open sea after dark.

I think the Senator looked in when Peter was still half on the couch and half off. When he was still wearing his blazer. When it was possible to look from the door to the couch and not be absolutely positive what was going on.

But what was going through my mind?

Was anything? Was I just there, holding the remains of my third Palm Beach Special? Kendrick, by this point, had had at least three, which was why she was in the condition she was, more or less spread-­eagled on the couch in the library, saying nothing, doing nothing, while Peter and Jamie moved their hands over her. While I stood by, a half-­smile on my face.

Was I smiling?

I try to imagine that I wasn’t. But what else would I have been doing? Peter wasn’t paying any attention to me, but Jamie kept looking up and grinning almost maniacally. What are you supposed to do when someone grins at you like that? When you barely know him? When you are a guest in his family’s house? Like the Senator, I was being polite.

I think now I should have slapped that grin off Jamie’s face. Now when I see his picture in a newspaper or a magazine I remember the way he looked at me and it literally makes my stomach turn. Sometimes I gouge his face out of the picture, leave just a hairline and a body, usually clad in a sport coat, a white shirt, a loose tie, khaki pants. Even when I do that you can still tell who it is, by the hairline and the family uniform.

Back then I didn’t slap, didn’t gouge. I just watched. It was only when I thought Peter was going to hurt her that I stepped in. Hurt her. Jesus, what was I thinking before, that she wasn’t being hurt? Hurt, harmed. I didn’t want him to do physical damage to her. Permanent damage. Go ahead, abuse her. Foul her. Debase her. But don’t hurt her.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. What was I thinking?

Peter was looming over her, looking like a Cape buffalo eyeing its prey. He had one hand on the back of the couch, one hand on the coffee table. She was leaning back. To lean back meant tucking herself into the corner of the couch. Was she trying to escape or was she relaxing? One bare foot was on top of the couch. A narrow foot at the end of a long, slender, well-­tanned leg.

Why do I remember that part? Was that what I was looking at?

Kendrick wasn’t saying anything. Had she not paid attention when Jamie kneeled on the floor behind her head? Did she not care when he put his hands on her shoulders, when he started rolling his wrists to make the transition from black cloth to bare skin? Wasn’t he making little cackling sounds like a roulette ball makes when it drops into a slot?

Peter was stroking her ankle, her shin, sliding his hand up to her knee, sliding it back down her calf. Couldn’t she have pulled the leg away? Especially when his hand, on the third or fourth passage, went over the apex formed by her knee and slid down her thigh? The front of her thigh. And then around the side, to someplace where the black dress had bunched. Peter’s hand disappeared, then came into sight again as it traced its way along the back of her leg to the crux of her knee. Where it lingered. Where it twisted and turned in a gentle little screwing motion designed to open the angle between calf and thigh. And all the while he was talking to her, complimenting her, murmuring something about her perfume. He recognized her perfume.

If you are just standing there and a girl, a college girl, who seems to know so much more than you about things that count, isn’t protesting that two men are touching her with increasing intimacy, is it up to you to tell her she should be? Is it up to you to ask if she is all right when she isn’t saying anything about the one man’s hands down the top of her dress and the other man’s up the bottom of it?

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  • Posted June 18, 2013

    Having lived in Massachusetts for just over two and a half years

    Having lived in Massachusetts for just over two and a half years, it always adds another element to reading when you can envision some of the places mentioned in a novel, and you’re at least familiar with the name-drops of some of the other locations. The connection is immediate, and rather fulfilling, and if that was all CRIME OF PRIVILEGE had to offer, it would have given me one layer of enjoyment. But this particular novel offers readers so much more. Cape Cod, and the Massachusetts backdrop that sits at the heart of this novel, offers a great locale for the ongoing debate of old money versus new money, and the ways in which the rich manipulate the legal system to their advantage. It’s an interesting argument, and one well-worth the merit of an entire novel. Great writing certainly doesn’t hurt either.

    The characters offer the reader more than just mere caricatures and stereotypes, and the story flows across time and locations with effervescent ease. George Becket is a man with a tainted soul, along with a tainted past, and he’s a character worth getting to know. His motivations may not have always been one hundred percent clear, but I was willing to forgive this minor transgression of the author for the sake of a rather engaging read. From the first page to the last, my attention was cemented within the confines of this novel.

    The chapters came in short, staccato bursts, and I found myself flipping pages faster than a speeding train. The settings were rich, and traipsed through a variety of locales, like you would expect from any international thriller. My biggest complaint was that the novel had to end. If you’re looking for an entertaining legal thriller, then you might want to keep CRIME OF PRIVILEGE in mind.

    Robert Downs
    Author of Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 30, 2013

    I read the first 100 pages and really got interested. Then it re

    I read the first 100 pages and really got interested. Then it really slowed down and I did something I almost never do. I skipped 200 pages and started to read there. Guess what..I didn't miss a thing. Skipped 25 more and read to the end. Got the whole gist of the story and the ending was very unsatisfactory. Don't waste your time.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 2, 2013

    A rape in Palm Beach twelve years ago and a nine year old murder

    A rape in Palm Beach twelve years ago and a nine year old murder on Cape Cod both point towards the Gregory clan, a wealthy and highly influential Massachusetts political family. Both investigations were stonewalled and nobody was ever brought to justice.

    Nevertheless, a ruthless former special forces operative continues his investigation, acting as a proxy for an embittered father seeking vengeance for the rape, subsequent downward spiral, and eventual death of his daughter. Another father, frustrated with the lack of progress in the investigation of his daughter's murder, seeks help from George Becket, a young lawyer with the Cape Cod and Islands district attorney's office who also has his own demons to purge.

    Clues lead Becket to Boston, New York, Idaho, Hawaii, California, Costa Rica, and France in search of people who, along with the victim, purportedly partied with the Gregorys at their Cape Cod compound on the night of the murder. All, including Becket, have had their silence bought, one way or another.

    In summing up, many of the characters have a past and the need to atone is one of the novel's leitmotifs. Several of the Gregorys, including the senator/ family patriarch, committed acts ranging from immoral to out and out evil, yet are compelled to be philanthropists and public servants who accomplish enormous good for many. And solving the Cape Cod murder is perceived by George as expiation for his own less than honourable conduct twelve years prior.

    As an aside, the author is surely joking when he introduces his novel as "a fictional work about invented characters". Seriously though, Crime Of Privilege is an intriguing page turner with a plot greatly enhanced by exotic locales and the histories of its characters. It is highly recommended for fans of the mystery genre.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 3, 2013

    Somewhat Recommended

    A fast moving book but with so many characters, it was difficult to keep track of who was who. Actually none of them were very good - I think! Too much twisting and turning. The plot was confusing.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2013

    I did not enjoy this novel. it went on and on endlessly. I kept

    I did not enjoy this novel. it went on and on endlessly. I kept waiting for some conclusions to be brought to light. I guess that was not the author's intention, but for me  that didn't work. The ending was totally unsatisfactory for me. 

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2014

    Duped

    Walker is a decent writer. Sample was not long enough to reveal to me that this is in large part an attack on a thinly disguised prominent American political family. Wish I had my $$$ back.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2013

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    I really enjoyed the beginning of this book. It starts out and grabs you almost immediately and then it takes a big nose dive and for me, never recoverd. Halfway through I felt like I was reading a book loosely based on the Kennedy's, specifically the William Kennedy Smith case. I soon lost interest and had to force myself to finish reading the book. I wouldn't recommend unless 1. You're a fan of an author who doesn't have his/her own thoughts and ideas for a book and needs to take ideas from the headlines and 2. You dislike reading about the Kennedy's.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 23, 2013

    The story sounds and is familiar. Very Kennedyesque. The young o

    The story sounds and is familiar. Very Kennedyesque. The young of the famous family getting away with rape and murder. But it's far more complex than that as some characters try to do justice, solve crimes, tell the real story. The forces at play are powerful and have influence and will do whatever they can to save the family. But there are those who will sacrifice all to do the right thing. Good back and forth on how this will turn out until virtually the end. 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 12, 2013

    Highly Recommended

    Very easy read, very entertaining.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2013

    Good read

    A surprisingly good read. Took a chance on it and am glad I did.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 31, 2013

    an enjoyable read

    The old axiom-Life goes on.

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