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Hand of Fate (Triple Threat Series #2)

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by Lis Wiehl

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When the host of a popular radio talk show is murdered, the suspects almost outnumber his millions of listeners.

Outspoken radio talk show host Jim Fate dies tragically when poisonous gas fills the studio while his polarizing show, “The Hand of Fate,” is on air.

The triple threat of FBI Special Agent Nicole Hedges, crime reporter Cassidy Shaw


When the host of a popular radio talk show is murdered, the suspects almost outnumber his millions of listeners.

Outspoken radio talk show host Jim Fate dies tragically when poisonous gas fills the studio while his polarizing show, “The Hand of Fate,” is on air.

The triple threat of FBI Special Agent Nicole Hedges, crime reporter Cassidy Shaw, and Federal Prosecutor Allison Pierce must piece together the madness, motive, and mystery of what just happened. And this time, it’s personal since one of the women was secretly dating the host and has access to his home . . . as well as possible evidence.

In the days following Fate’s murder, these three friends confront a betrayal within the team while unearthing the not-so-public life of Jim Fate. Together, they must uncover the stunning truths behind this cold-blooded murder.

“Who killed loudmouth radio guy Jim Fate? The game is afoot! Hand of Fate is a fun thriller, taking you inside the media world and the justice system—scary places to be!” —Bill O’Reilly, FOX News Anchor, Host of The O’Reilly Factor

“Pulse-pounding. Major twists. Delivers big!” —Pam Veasey, Writer and Executive Producer of CSI: NY

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Bestseller Wiehl and Henry's second Triple Threat novel (after Face of Betrayal) offers an exciting if familiar plot. When Jim Fate, a radio talk host in Portland, Ore., opens a padded envelope addressed to him shortly before going on air, he releases a poison gas, possibly sarin, that soon kills him. The package also contains a copy of Talk Radio, originally a play, later a movie, about the true-life murder of Denver talk show host Alan Berg. Caught in the subsequent investigation are three young professionals with links to law enforcement: federal prosecutor Allison Pierce, who's pregnant; FBI special agent Nicole “Nic” Hedges; and Cassidy Shaw, a TV crime reporter, who formed the “Triple Threat Club” after a high school reunion. Readers will identify with these very real women as they try to uncover Fate's killer, and each battles a personal demon—Allison her fear of miscarriage, Nic her fear of her daughter's criminal father, and Cassidy her prescription drug addiction. (Apr.)
From the Publisher

“What a fantastic read! Hand of Fate is a no-holds-barred, flat-out suspense masterpiece!” —David Latko, host of Money & More

“One word: THRILLER! It was all I could do not to race to the end and read the last pages.” —Nancy Grace, Headline News anchor, host of Swift Justice with Nancy Grace, and New York Times bestselling author of The Eleventh Victim

“A thrill-a-minute mystery from one of my favorite radio/TV personalities.” —Steve Malzberg, host of The Steve Malzberg Show on the WOR Radio Network

“Don't take this book to bed--you'll end up turning pages all night and won't get any sleep. Suspense...character…action…Linda Fairstein had better watch out: there's a new prosecutor/crime writer stalking the bestseller list!” —John Gibson, host of The John Gibson Show, FOX News Radio

Hand of Fate takes you inside the world of radio with a twist of mystery and an air of intrigue.” —Manny Munoz and Jimmy Cefalo, co-hosts of South Florida's First News, WIOD-Miami

Library Journal
An FBI special agent, a crime reporter, and a federal prosecutor team up to solve the murder of a talk-show host in this follow-up to Face of Betrayal. While trying to unravel the clues, each woman also must deal with her own personal demons. VERDICT Strong female characters and steady pacing combined with a suspenseful story line will win Wiehl new readers. This is sure to be enjoyed by fans of J.D. Robb.

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Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
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Triple Threat Series , #2
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5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.00(d)

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A Triple Threat Novel

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2010 Lis Wiehl and April Henry
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59554-706-4

Chapter One

KNWS Radio Tuesday, February 7

Jim Fate bounced on the toes of his black Salvatore Ferragamo loafers. He liked to work on his feet. Listeners could hear it in your voice if you were sitting down, could detect the lack of energy. He leaned forward, his lips nearly touching the silver mesh of the mike.

"Can massive federal spending and a huge new layer of government bureaucracy really make the United States a better, safer place? Or is it a matter of simply enforcing the food safety laws the states already have on the books? For more than a century, our food safety system has been built on the policy that food companies-not government-have the primary responsibility for the safety and integrity of the foods they produce."

"So what are you suggesting, Jim?" Victoria Hanawa, his cohost, asked. "Are you saying we just let more Americans die when they buy food a company couldn't bother to keep clean?"

She sat on a high stool on the other side of the U-shaped table, her back to the glass wall that separated the radio studio from the screener's booth. To Jim's right was the control room, sometimes called the news tank, where the board operator worked his bank of equipment and where one or more local reporters joined him at the top and the bottom of the hour.

"What I'm saying, Hanawa, is that activists are seizing the latest salmonella scare to further their own goals of increasing the power of the federal government. They don't really care about these people. They only care about their own agenda, which is to create a nanny state full of burdensome, unworkable, and costly regulation. And of course the federal government, being the federal government, believes that the only solution to any problem is adding another layer-or ten-of federal government."

While he spoke, Jim eyed the two screens in front of him. One displayed the show schedule. It was also hooked up to the Internet so he could look up points on the fly. The other screen showed the listeners holding for their chance to talk. On it, Chris had listed the name, town, and point of view of each caller. Three people were still on the list, meaning they would hold over the upcoming break. Now a fourth caller and a fifth joined the queue.

"What about the Tenth Amendment? There are state laws already in place to address these issues! We don't need to add a whole new layer of government bureaucracy that could end up doubling or even tripling food prices! I mean, that would be stuck on stupid."

"But the food industry in this country is putting profits before safety," Victoria protested.

"With all due respect, Hanawa, if we let the federal government handle it, they will insist that everyone who buys anything at a grocery store sign a release form and be issued their very own government-approved barf bag. Just another example of disenfranchisement."

Victoria's mouth started to form an answer, but it was time for the top-of-the-hour break. Chris pointed at the clock and then made a motion with his hands like he was snapping a stick.

Jim said, "And you've been listening to The Hand of Fate. We're going to take a quick break for a news, traffic, and weather update. But before we go, I want to read you the e-mail from the Nut of the Day: 'Jim, you are a fat, ugly liar who resembles the hind end of a poodle. Signed, Mickey Mouse.'"

He laughed, shielding himself from the sting. In this business, you knew that words could hurt you. Even if you were only forty-one and in good shape, with the kind of traditional broody Irish looks that made most women look twice.

"Fat? Maybe. Ugly? Well, I can't help that. I can't even help the hind-end-of-a-poodle business, although I think that's going a bit far. But a liar? No, my friend, that's one thing I am not. While I'll give this a pass today, you'll need to get a little more creative than that if you want to win the NOD award. And America's Truth Detector will be right back in a moment to hear from you." He pushed back the mike on its black telescoping arm.

As the first notes of the newscast jingle sounded in his ears, Jim pulled the padded black headphones down around his neck. He and Victoria now had six minutes to themselves before the third and final hour of the broadcast.

"I'm going to get some tea," she said, without meeting his eyes. Jim nodded. In the last week, there had been a strained civility between them when they were off mike. On air, though, they still had chemistry. Even if now it was the kind of chemistry you got from mixing together the wrong chemicals in your junior scientist kit.

On air, everything was different. Jim was more indignant and mocking than he ever was in real life. Victoria made vaguely dirty jokes that she wouldn't tolerate hearing off mike. And on air, they still mostly got along, bantering and feeding each other lines.

Victoria grabbed her mug and stood up. Even though she was half Japanese, she was five foot ten, with legs that went on forever. Handing him a padded envelope from a publisher, she said, "This was in my box this morning, but it's really yours."

When she pushed open the heavy door to the screening room, the weather strip on the bottom made a sucking sound. For a minute, Jim could hear Chris in the screener's booth talking to Willow, the intern, and Aaron, the program director. Then the door closed with a snick-there were magnets on the door and frame-and Jim was left in the silent bubble of the studio. In addition to the magnets and the weather stripping, the walls and ceiling were covered with blue, textured soundproofing material that resembled the loop side of Velcro.

Jim grabbed the first piece of mail from his in-box and slit it with a letter opener. He scanned the note inside. "Dad's seventy-fifth birthday ... love to have a signed photo," yada yada.

"Happy Birthday, Larry!" he scrawled on a black-and-white headshot he pulled from dozens kept in a file folder. "Your friend, Jim Fate." Paper-clipping the envelope and letter to the photo, he put them off to the side for Willow to handle. Three more photo requests, each of which took about twenty seconds to deal with. Jim had signed his name so many times in the last ten years that it was routine, but he still got a secret thrill each time he did it.

There were still about three minutes left, so he decided to open the package from the publisher. He liked books about true crime, politics, or culture-with authors he could book on the show.

Jim pulled the red string tab on the envelope. It got stuck halfway through, and he had to give it an extra hard tug. There was an odd hissing sound as a paperback-Talk Radio-fell onto his lap. A book of a play turned into a movie-both based on the true-life killing of talk show host Alan Berg, gunned down in his own driveway.

What the-?

Jim never finished the thought. The red string had been connected to a small canister of gas hidden in the envelope. Now it sprayed directly into his face.

He gasped. With just that first breath, Jim knew something was terribly wrong. He couldn't see the gas, couldn't smell it, but he could feel its damp fog coat the inside of his nose and throat.

He swept the package away. It landed behind him, in the far corner of the studio. Whatever it was, it was in the air. So he shouldn't breathe. Jim clamped his lips together and scrambled to his feet, yanking off the headphones.

It was just like what had happened in Seattle three weeks earlier. Fifty-eight people had died from sarin gas in what seemed to be a botched terrorist attack.

His chest already starting to ache, Jim looked out through the thick, glass wall into the control room on his right. Greg, the board operator, was half-turned away, gobbling a PayDay bar. He was watching his banks of equipment, ready to press the buttons for commercials and national feeds. In the call screener's booth directly in front of Jim, Aaron was still talking to Chris and Willow, waving his hands for emphasis. Jim was unnoticed, sealed away in his bubble.

He forced himself to concentrate. He had to get some air, some fresh air. If he staggered out, would the air there be enough to dilute what he had already breathed in? Would it be enough to clear the sarin from his lungs, from his body?

Would it be enough to save him?

But if he opened the door, what would happen to the people out there? Chris, Willow, Aaron, and the rest? He thought of the firefighters who had died in Seattle. Would invisible tendrils of poison snake out to the dozens of people who worked at the station, the hundreds who worked in the building? Greg in the control room, with its own soundproofing, might be safe if he kept his door closed. For a while, anyway. Until it got into the air ducts. Some of the people who died in Seattle had been nowhere near the original release of the gas. If Jim tried to escape, everyone out there might die too.

Die too. The words echoed in his head. Jim realized that he was dying, that he had been dying from the moment he first sucked in his breath in surprise. It had been, he thought, somewhere between fifteen and twenty seconds since the gas sprayed into his face.

Every morning, Jim swam two miles at the MAC club. He could hold his breath for two minutes. How long had that magician done it on Oprah? Seventeen minutes, wasn't that it? Jim couldn't hold his breath for that long, but he was sure he could hold it longer than two minutes. Maybe a lot longer. The first responders could surely get him some oxygen. The line might be thin enough to snake under the closed door.

Jim pressed the Talk button and spoke in a slurred, breathy voice. "Sarin gas! Call 911 and go! Don't open door!"

They all swung around to look at him in surprise. Without getting any closer, he pointed to the package in the corner.

Chris sprang into action with the catlike reflexes of someone who worked in live radio-someone used to dealing with crazies and obscenity spouters before their words got out on the airwaves and brought down a big fine from the FCC. He punched numbers into the phone and began shouting their address to the 911 operator. He'd pressed the Talk button, so Jim heard every word.

"It's sarin gas. Yes, sarin! In the KNWS studio! Hurry! It's killing him! It's killing Jim Fate!"

Behind Chris, Willow took one look at Jim, her eyes wide, and turned and ran out of the studio.

In the news tank, Greg backed away from the window. But in the screener's booth, Aaron moved toward the door with an outstretched hand. Jim staggered forward and held the door closed with his foot. His gaze met Aaron's through the small rectangle of glass set in the door at eye level.

"Are you sure? Jim, come out of there!"

Jim knew Aaron was yelling, but the door filtered it into a low murmur, stripped of all urgency.

He couldn't afford the breath it would take to speak, couldn't afford to open his mouth in case he accidentally sucked in air again. His body was already demanding that he stop this nonsense and breathe. All he could do was shake his head, his lips clamped together.

Chris pressed the Talk button again. "They're sending a hazmat team. They should be here any second. They said they're bringing oxygen."

Jim made a sweeping motion with his hands, wordlessly ordering his coworkers to leave. His chest was aching. Greg grabbed a board and a couple of microphones and left the news tank at a run. Aaron took one last look at Jim, shook his head, and then left. A second later, the fire alarm began to sound, a low pulse muffled to near nothingness by the soundproof door. Chris stayed where he was, staring at Jim through the glass. The two of them had been together for years. Every morning, Chris and Jim-and more recently Victoria-got in early and put the show together, scouring the newspaper, the Internet, and TV clips for stories that would light up the lines.

"I'm praying for you, man," Chris said, then released the Talk button. He gave Jim one more anguished look, then hurried out.

Jim wished he could follow. But he couldn't run away from what the poison had already done to him. His vision blurred. Time was slowing down. He was so tired. Why did he have to hold his breath, again? Oh yes, sarin.

When he looked back up, he saw that Victoria was still in the screener's room. She moved close to the glass, her dark eyes seeking out Jim's. Angrily, he shook his head and motioned for her to go.

Victoria pressed the Talk button. "I don't smell anything out here. The booth is practically airtight, anyway."

Jim wanted to tell her that "practically" wasn't the same as really and truly. It was the kind of argument they might have on air during a slow time, bantering to keep things moving along. But he didn't have the breath for it.

A part of Jim's brain remained coldly rational even as his body sent more and more messages that something was badly wrong. He hadn't breathed since that first fateful gulp of air when he opened the package. A vacuum was building up in his head and chest, a sucking hollowness, his body screaming at him, demanding that he give in.

But Jim Fate hadn't made it this far by giving in when things were tough. It had only been a minute, a minute-ten maybe, since he'd pulled the red string. But then he did give in to another hunger-the hunger for connection. He was all alone and he might be dying, and he couldn't stand that thought. He moved to the glass and put his hand up against it, fingers spread, a lonely starfish. And then Victoria mirrored it with her own hand, the anger between them forgotten, their matching hands pressed against the glass.

There was a band around Jim's chest, and it was tightening. An iron band. It was crushing him, crushing his lungs. His vision was dimming, but he kept his eyes open, his gaze never leaving Victoria.

With her free hand, Victoria groped blindly for the Talk button. "Jim, you've got to hold on," she yelled.

Jim's heart contracted when he heard how hoarse she sounded. She had to leave!

He lifted his hand from the glass and made a shooing gesture, again wordlessly ordering her to leave. Instead she pushed the Talk button again and said, "I hear sirens. They're almost here!"

But his body was ready to break with his will. He had to breathe. Had to. But maybe he could filter it, minimize it.

Without taking his eyes from Victoria, Jim pulled up the edge of his shirt with his free hand and pressed his nose and mouth against the fine Egyptian cotton cloth. He meant to take a shallow breath, but when he started, the hunger for air was too great. He sucked it in greedily, the cloth touching his tongue as he inhaled.

He sensed the shoots of poison winding themselves deeper within him, reaching out to wrap around all his organs. His head felt like it was going to explode.

No longer thinking clearly, Jim let his shirttail fall away. It didn't matter, did it? It was too late. Too late. He tried to take another breath, but his lungs refused to move.

He staggered backward. Grabbed at his chair and missed. Fell over.

Horrified, Victoria started screaming. A shiver ran through Jim's body, his arms and legs twitching. And then Jim Fate was still. His eyes, still open, stared up at the soft, fuzzy blue ceiling.

Two minutes later the first hazmat responders, suited up in white, burst through the studio door.

Chapter Two

Mark O. Hatfield United States Courthouse

Federal prosecutor Allison Pierce eyed the 150 prospective jurors as they filed into the sixteenth-floor courtroom in the Mark O. Hatfield United States Courthouse. A high-profile case like this necessitated a huge jury pool.

The seats soon filled, forcing dozens to stand, some only a few inches from the prosecution table. Allison could smell unwashed bodies and unbrushed teeth. She swallowed hard, forcing down the nausea that now plagued her at unexpected moments.

"Are you all right?" FBI special agent Nicole Hedges whispered. Nicole was sitting next to Allison at the prosecutor's table. Her huge, dark eyes never missed anything.

"These days, I'm either nauseated or ravenous," Allison whispered back. "Sometimes at the same time."

"Maybe the Triple Threat Club can find someplace to meet that serves ice cream and pickles."

The club was an inside joke, just three friends with connections to law enforcement-Allison, Nicole, and TV crime reporter Cassidy Shaw-who were devoted to justice, friendship, and chocolate. Not necessarily in that order.


Excerpted from HAND OF FATE by LIS WIEHL APRIL HENRY Copyright © 2010 by Lis Wiehl and April Henry. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author

Lis Wiehl is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen novels. She is a Harvard Law School graduate and has served as a federal prosecutor in the state of Washington and as a tenured faculty member at The University Washington School of Law. She is currently a popular legal analyst and commentator for the Fox News Channel. Visit her online at liswiehlbooks.com Facebook: Lis Wiehl, Fox News Legal Analyst and Author Twitter: @LisWiehl

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Hand of Fate (Triple Threat Series #2) 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 69 reviews.
pfleeg More than 1 year ago
This who-done-it begins with the murder of a controversial talk show host in his own broadcast studio room. The author takes three friends on a roller coaster ride of suspicion, fear, secrecy, and paranoia. First there is the question of whether Jim Fate's death was an act of terrorism or premeditated homicide. If the former, what group would commit such a horrendous act? Or is it more likely the latter, as those offended by his broadcast opinions could form a line around the city; perhaps twice over? The prosecuting attorney, the FBI agent, and the crime reporter set their course to uncover the truth. Little did they know their journey would take them on a dangerous journey of discovery beyond the act itself, revealing a motive none of the friends (nor this reader) predicted. Wiehl's story took place in the city of Portland, Oregon; of which I'm well familiar. The places and details were spot on, increasing my enjoyment of the author's work. Although initially apprehensive about reading a crime novel, I found I could not put this down. Hand of Fate was truly spell-binding from start to finish!
BolivarJ More than 1 year ago
"We are hearing that KNWS on Salmon Street is the epicenter of the event. There are reports that some kind of gas leak or possibly a deliberate release of poisonous gas occurred there, and we have unconfirmed reports of at least one fatality" Cassidy Shaw reporting live from downtown Portland. Last year, Fox News Legal correspondent and former federal prosecutor Lis Weihl teamed up with mystery writer April Henry, together they created a knockout. A powerful suspense political thriller. Face of Betrayal. The book was a great concept, something fresh and new, a well written thriller combining two different writing styles, and most of all, making a great page turner. The second installment of The Triple Threat series " Hand of Fate" was a very promising encore. However; it did not deliver the thrill and suspense as "Face of Betrayal". Having said that and giving a positive review to the authors, Hand of Fate was a good read. The plot was very simple, a talk show host, Jim Fate gets murdered, and it is up to the triple threat to find out who killed him. From reading the inside of the dust cover, the book seems to promise a great plot, along with a great twist, specially when the words "betrayal and personal" among the triple threat are mentioned. I read the book, but it was hard at times to follow the main plot, the story was developed in the basis of a terrorist attack, without any connection to Jim Fate. It is true, that it was used as an introduction for his murder to get more interesting, but even so, the writers carry both stories together for too long in the book. In the previous book, the authors did a great job developing the three main characters, they were all brought to life early in the book. In the second installment, the authors do a follow up on the lives of Allison Pierce, a Federal Prosecutor, Nicole Hedges, an FBI Special Agent and Cassidy Shaw, a Crime Reporter. The triple threat. The authors took a very interesting twist on Allison and Nicole, but too few chapters were spent on developing their subplots. I find that Nicole's subplot was great, but it lacked the development, and the outcome wasn't strong enough for a few chapters. Cassidy was supposed to be the main character who would drive the story, but it fell short, early in the book. She did not add the "Personal and Betrayal factor" that would have made this book great. Hand of Fate, would have been more thrilling if it had followed the format of the previous book. It was really hard to follow the main plot due to the fact that there were too many things going on, but they were irrelevant to the main plot. The placement of the characters and their story lines in the subplots wasn't strong enough. Their follow up stories should have been better, more well developed and placed early in the books, by the time their plots come to an end, the excitement has passed because the main plot has already been solved. And I also think that a reading group guide at the end of the book is not necessary, it feels like reading a textbook compared to a fiction thriller. However; I must say, the triple threat series is a promising franchise and do look forward to read "Heart of Ice".
JDyan More than 1 year ago
From the very beginning this book keeps you hooked. I definitely enjoyed reading Hand of Fate especially with all its action. However, I have to admit after three fourths of the way it started to become predictable but by the end it regained strength and made for a memorable book. Even though I enjoyed it I do not plan on following up on any of the other triple threat novels. Not being a huge fan of FBI thriller novels it just seems that once I've read one I've read them all because they all seem the same. I was given this book to review by Thomas Nelson publishers and I was not expected to write a positive review nor was I compensated in anyway for writing one. You can find more books reviews about Hand of Fate and other novels at www.readerbetweenthecovers.blogspot.com
Cherryl54 More than 1 year ago
Couldn't put it down. It's a mystery in a modern setting. Written well and easy reading.
MomwithCoupons More than 1 year ago
Although this is the second book in the "Triple Threat Series", you definitely do not have to read the first book to understand. I have not read the first book, however after having read this book, I will definitely go back and read the first and future editions in this series. This is a story of a very outspoken radio personality, Jim Fate, who was killed while his show "Hand of Fate" was on air. An over-whelming panic was felt all over the city, with everyone worrying about the rumors that Mr. Fate was killed by a poisonous gas and that it could be a terrorist attack. The "Triple Threat Club", which consist of three female friends - a Journalist, a Federal Prosecutor and a FBI Agent all must work together to try their best to shorten the lengthy list of suspects to determine who the real killer is. While working on that, they each have their own issues and secrets to overcome as well. This was a very easy read and I was surprised at every turn. I would recommend this book to any crime drame lover! (I was provided an advance copy of this book by Thomas Nelson to read and provide an honest review of this book. I was not compensated for my review or required to give a "positive" review.)
susanneleist More than 1 year ago
This book is a disappointment considering the famous names of the reviewers printed on the front and back covers, and even on the inside flaps. There are three main characters. These women have similar personalities. Nothing to distinguish one from the other. The story flips from one point of view to the next. Most of the time I'm confused as to who's thinking or speaking. More time is spent with the women's problems and heavy work loads than the actual case. One can't sleep and gets addicted to sleeping medicine. These are supposed to be intelligent women. She takes two sleeping pills and then sits in a bathtub. One is pregnant and takes a crying child home with her because she can't find the parents. And the third woman is emotionally messed up by a secret she keeps from her closest friends. They are supposed to be best friends but I guess not. The case is a murder mystery like on TV shows. Too many suspects. Too many motives. And one silly answer. I won't be reading this author again.
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Raintexas More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed other books Lis Wiehl has written. I so appreciate that her books do not have the four-letter words and all the sex scenes in them. My problem with this one was its predictability. I will, however, continue to read all her books.
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GESCN More than 1 year ago
I really enjoy suspense and I was hoping this would fit the bill. It's ok, not sure if I will buy again from this author. Her first book was incredible. This one not so much
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This book like the prevouis is also excellent. Good story line. No gaps and lots of twists that you dont expect. The characterss come to life while youre reading the book.
nowyouknow More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed reading all of Lis Wiehl's books and am anxiously awaiting a new one! Each one is better than the last!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lis Weil is an excellent mystery writer. Good to the very last word!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Now you know how many police investigations go...reminded of of the Sandra Levi case when that politian from California threw off investigators looking for her killer looked like he was responsibile only to find out later he was a married guy just having an affair with a younger gal. Ohe well...those things happen...way too often. Nope Gary wasn't responsibile for her death...it was the guy in prison down the street from the Levi home that was. Not all investigations go with Hollywood movie drama potential.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had all sorts of problems with this book reading it on the Nook. It would get hung up on a page and repeat the page multiple times, then, if you selected a later page and got there, it sometimes would page forward for 1-3 pages then go BACK to the place where it hung up and repeat the page multiple times. This book was good reading. I don't know if the experience is the electronic version or the reading device. Not impressed either way.
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