Echoes of Lies [NOOK Book]

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Brodie Farrell finds things for a living, and when she's asked to locate the whereabouts of Daniel Hood, she sees nothing suspicious in the request. She finds the young man, passes the details on to her client, and commends herself on a job well done. But when the young man is found brutally tortured and left for dead, Brodie is overcome with guilt.

Still blaming herself when Daniel asks for help, Brodie finds it impossible to do the sensible thing and walk away. He needs to ...

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Overview

Brodie Farrell finds things for a living, and when she's asked to locate the whereabouts of Daniel Hood, she sees nothing suspicious in the request. She finds the young man, passes the details on to her client, and commends herself on a job well done. But when the young man is found brutally tortured and left for dead, Brodie is overcome with guilt.

Still blaming herself when Daniel asks for help, Brodie finds it impossible to do the sensible thing and walk away. He needs to understand what happened: Until the attack, he'd never known an enemy in the world. The men who hurt him were looking for someone named Sophie, and Daniel knows no one by that name.

Finding the authors of Daniel's misfortune, in the end, resolves nothing. It only leads them both into a deeper, more complex tragedy than either imagined possible.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Deviating from her popular police procedurals (Changelings, etc.), British veteran Bannister introduces a new mystery series that's both fresh and different. Brodie Farrell, recently divorced and the single parent of a four-year-old, runs her own search service, Looking for Something? When a woman asks her to find a man in a photograph who she says has cheated her out of a great deal of money, Brodie, whose only prior detective experience has been limited to finding antique books and cranberry glass epergnes, accepts the case and soon tracks down and identifies the man as mathematics teacher Daniel Hood. After thugs torture, shoot and leave Daniel for dead, Brodie, plagued with guilt, dutifully reports her involvement to the police. When it becomes apparent that Daniel was an innocent victim, Brodie joins him in an investigation that will lead them into a world of the very rich where the life of a child is in jeopardy, money is all important and truth has no value. Lies abound from beginning to end in a plot that twists and turns until its surprising conclusion. As usual, the author skillfully juxtaposes a complex puzzle with insightful character studies. Particularly poignant here is the sensitivity with which she treats Daniel's psychological state as he tries to recover. Brodie is intelligent but sometimes impetuous, caring but sometimes overzealous. But then again, she's new at this work. Committed Bannister fans and those fond of psychological mysteries will welcome Brodie's debut. (Dec. 28) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
This series debut stars Brodie Farrell, a finder of things and people in Dimmock, England. She locates a man in a photograph but discovers later that her client had the man tortured, shot, and left for dead. Feeling horribly guilty about her role in causing his pain, Brodie bonds with the victim, uncovers a kidnapping involving a moneyed but ruthless family, and helps solve the case. Bannister leans heavily on psychological interplay, especially among Brodie, the torture survivor, and Dimmock's Inspector Jack Deacon, but police procedure and setting add their bit as well. An excellent beginning; for fans of British police procedurals and Bannister's other series. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Because she had so much practice looking for all sorts of things while she was working in a solicitor's office, Brodie Farrell has become so good at finding them that she hangs out a shingle ("Looking for Something?") and starts finding replacement china and locations for film work and missing people. But she comes a cropper when she agrees to find Charles Merrick, who bilked Selina Boyle out of £15,000. Charles Merrick doesn't really exist-Brodie's quarry is actually a math teacher named Daniel Hood-and neither does Selina Boyle. Instead, a trio of unknown miscreants wants to find Daniel so that they can take him prisoner for two days, torture him with burning cigarettes and a lighter, shoot him in the chest, and leave him for dead. When Brodie reads about his death in the Dimmock Sentinel, she calls on DI Jack Deacon to confess her unwitting role in the crime, and discovers, in the first of many deceptions smartly unmasked, that Daniel's still alive. The only way she can make amends for what she cost him is by helping him find somebody in turn-his three tormentors and the reason they were so sure he knew what had happened to the "Sophie" whose name they kept hurling at him in between smokes. Brodie launches her new series by finding not only the perps and their motive but Sophie herself, though veteran Bannister (Changelings, 2000, etc.) holds onto her climactic secret for so long that it'll be obvious even to readers who are no good at finding things.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466810259
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 12/21/2001
  • Series: Brodie Farrell Mysteries, #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 126,276
  • File size: 292 KB

Meet the Author

Jo Bannister was born in Lancashire, England, and now lives in Northern Ireland. She left school at sixteen to write for her local newspaper, leaving as editor in 1988 with several awards in journalism. Echoes of Lies marks the start of a new mystery series featuring Brodie Farrell.


Jo Bannister started her career as a journalist after leaving school at sixteen to work on a local weekly newspaper. Shortlisted for several prestigious awards, she was editor of the County Down Spectator for some years before leaving to pursue her writing full time. She is the author of the Brodie Farrell mystery series, which began with Echoes of Lies (2001).
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Echo of Lies
Chapter 1He'd never heard a grown man scream. Still the sound had a terrible familiarity. In a remote part of his brain, insulated from shock by shock itself, he pondered the enigma.Despite what was happening there was time. Every second stretched as if racked, leaving space between heartbeats for philosophy. Curiously, the same time was also somehow compressed, the questions hammered at him too fast now to answer or even understand, the pain running seamless as a river, the cries wrenched from him an endless litany of anguish and despair. He had lost track of time. He wasn't sure if this had been going on for hours or days, or if he'd been born to it, spent his whole life ground between unintelligible questions and insupportable pain.But deeper than the pain and distress, deep in the inner sanctum of his mind, part of him was puzzling how something never before experienced could resonate like a memory. The only explanation was that it came down to him with his genes.It was a long time since human existence had been like this - a struggle against powerful and implacable forces ending in a flurry of beast and blood - but part of the brain remembered. The cognitive cortex, the intellectual overlay that made Daniel Hood a recognisable individual, was devastated by what was happening to him: throbbing with terror, untouched by comprehension, incapable of resistance, despoiled and defeated and adrift on a killing ocean. But at the core of him, deep in the old brain he had from his forefathers, he knew about dying in agony. The knowledge was instinctive: no previous experience was necessary.Which was as well, because Daniel had never experienced anything like this. The wantonness of it was almost as shocking as the pain. One moment he'd been letting himself into his flat, the next the floor was coming up to meet him and when he woke it was here, like this - naked, blind, spread-eagle on a table, withmen he couldn't see stripping his humanity away an inch at a time.As the pain mounted he thought they were killing him. But he didn't die. It went on and on, and still he didn't die. His screams faded to sobs, exhausted by the unrelenting brutality. Whimpering like a child he begged them to stop. They said he had to help them first. But he couldn't; so it went on. How long he had no way of judging.But he knew, even after pain had robbed him of the capacity for rational thought, that he'd come to a place you couldn't walk away from. No one in this room was going to walk away unchanged. Daniel wasn't going to walk away at all.First they tried threats and then they tried violence. Isolated by his blindfold, he got no warning of it; which hardly mattered since he had no way to avoid it. Blows like cudgels in his face and belly left him gasping for breath and for mercy. But he couldn't give them what they wanted, so finally it came to this. Hurting him. Hurting and hurting and Please, not again, no more, I can't take any more, why are you doing this? I don't know where Sophie is. I don't know who Sophie is. Please stop.But they didn't, and deep down he knew they wouldn't. That they couldn't. They'd gone too far to stop. You could beat a man and dump him by the roadside; you could break his bones and smash his knee-caps. But this ... You didn't do this to someone you meant to survive. You didn't want anyone walking round - or hobbling round, or crawling - knowing you were capable of this. When they were sure, when they were finally and utterly sure that he had nothing to tell them, they would take a gun, or a knife, or an iron bar, and cut loose the knot of suffering humanity that had been Daniel Hood; and the only hope left to him now was that it would be soon.There were other men in the room with him. One of them had never heard a man scream either, and wavered between horror and a dreadful fascination. Another last heard it twenty years before when an accident with a block and tackle tore a stevedore's hand apart.And the third heard it all the time, was a connoisseur of men'sscreams, knew what they meant. "He isn't going to tell you anything. He doesn't know anything.""That's absurd," said another roughly. The oldest of the three, he was looking at a point midway between Daniel Hood and his tormentor, found it difficult to look at either of them directly. "Of course he knows. He was the look-out."The interrogator snapped shut the briefcase in which he carried the tools of his trade and straightened with a sigh. "You hired a professional for a job you didn't want to do yourself. Well, my professional opinion is that you got the wrong man.""No. Try something else."They were new to this business, they didn't understand. He tried to explain. "Not everyone talks. Whatever you do, whatever you throw at them, there are some people who'd rather take it than talk. They're protecting friends or family, or perhaps a principle. There are people who would die in agony for an idea. But nobody dies in agony for money. If you were right about him he'd have talked long ago. He honest-to-God doesn't know what you're on about.""I don't believe that." Desperation was audible in the old man's voice. If he was wrong about this ... He couldn't be wrong. "He watched it happen, for God's sake! He was part of it, and he can lead us to her."The interrogator shook his head. "If he was one of those people, who can see their bodies destroyed without saying the words that'll stop it, I'd know.""You can't give up. If you give up we'll lose her!""People who hold out for a principle do it because they're better than the man interrogating them. Stronger, more enduring, above all morally superior. That's what keeps them going. But they need you to know. Once it's too late for lies, they need you to know they could stop you with a word and they're not going to. If you really thought it might be a mistake they'd lose that. Their willingness to suffer rather than betray would never be recognised. Whatever you say, however you treat them, they know they have your respect. They know they're doing something you couldn't do."The third man spoke, for the first time in hours. He had to lick his lips to moisten them. "Have you ... ?"The interrogator looked at him with disdain, then at the man on the table. "Gone through that? Don't be ridiculous. I don't have any principles worth going through that for.""So what now?" The old man still didn't believe what he was being told, that it was over."Now," said the interrogator briskly, "you put a bullet in him and you take him somewhere he won't be found for a long time. And either you give up and pay up, or you look for someone who really does have some answers."Polar eyes flared in the lined and weathered face. "I'm not shooting him! That's your job.""No," replied the other levelly, "my job's interrogation. And it's done, and whether you like it or not I've got out of him all the information he has. I'm sorry it isn't what you were expecting, but it is the truth. Now, to protect us all, you have to finish it. If I do that as well it'll be too easy for you to panic if the police come to your door. If you kill him you'll keep your nerve because losing it would cost too much."For as long as two minutes the only sound in the room was of racked breathing from the table. But the interrogator wasn't leaving until this was resolved, and he wasn't going to yield. It was too important.There was more argument, then the interrogator and the third man left together, footsteps ringing on cobbles. It wasn't a room but a stable: after this was finished they'd power-hose the walls and floor, and burn the sturdy old kitchen table, and no evidence would remain of what had been done here.The old man was left alone with Daniel Hood. He felt no impulse of pity. After a moment he reached out a hooked finger and tore off the blindfold. Daniel blinked, dazzled by the sudden light. His eyes were pale grey, terribly bloodshot, exhausted and devoid of hope."You don't fool me," grated the old man. "I know you're part of this. I know you can take me to her. I don't know why you'd rather die."The whispered reply was too weak for him to catch. He leaned forward. "What?"Daniel tried again. All through the hurting, when he'd have given anything to lose consciousness, his senses had remained crystaline. Now it was over the darkness was crowding in. He struggled to make himself understood. "Why? Why me? Why this?"The old man shook his head impatiently. "There's still time. I can save you. Tell me where she is.""Sophie," whispered Daniel."Sophie.""Please. I can't ...""I'll protect you. Whoever they are, I can protect you from them. Tell me how to find her. I'll look after you."Daniel's voice was a breath from the abyss. "I don't know who you're talking about."The old man struck him in the face. As if someone who'd come through so much might in the end be unmanned by the sting of a hand on his cheek.It might only have been another sob, but the old man thought it was a chuckle. He hit him again. The ravaged face turned unresisting under his hand. Daniel Hood was finally safe from him.A moment later tyres rumbled in the yard and the others returned. A moment after that the sound of a gunshot echoed and re-echoed between the brick walls.ECHOES OF LIES. Copyright © 2001 by Jo Bannister. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Exciting action filled tale

    Following her divorce, Brodie Farrell opens up the Look For Something? Shop. Brodie takes on clients seeking to find things or people. When a woman asks Brodie to find a man, she agrees to accept the case because the client insists the person in the picture conned her out of money. A few days later, Brodie locates the mark and provides the information to her customer. <P>Not long after completing her assignment, Brodie sees a picture of the man she found accompanied by an article in which the newspaper states he was tortured and killed. Brodie admits to the police her role in the victim¿s death only to learn he remains alive in a hospital under watch. She asks for absolution and receives it from the victim and soon Brodie and Daniel become friends, joining forces to track down the person who hired her. Soon the plot thickens as they find the torturers who thought Daniel was part of a scheme to kidnap a child. <P>This novel is quite different than the Castlemane series, but remains a solid tale. Brodie and Daniel are interesting characters with strong moral cores that takes them outside the law to do what each one feels is right. ECHOES OF LIES is a combination character story packed inside a Bond-like thriller. <P>Harriet Klausner

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