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BONUS: This edition includes a new afterword: Lights, Camera, Hide the movie!

You have good reason to be afraid. . . .

It was a case that haunts Bobby Dodge to this day—the case that nearly killed him and changed his life forever. Now, in an underground chamber on the grounds of an abandoned Massachusetts mental hospital, the gruesome discovery of six mummified corpses resurrects his worst nightmare: the return of a killer he thought dead and buried. There’s no place to run. . . . Bobby’s only lead is wrapped around a dead woman’s neck. Annabelle Granger has been in hiding for as ...
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Overview

BONUS: This edition includes a new afterword: Lights, Camera, Hide the movie!

You have good reason to be afraid. . . .

It was a case that haunts Bobby Dodge to this day—the case that nearly killed him and changed his life forever. Now, in an underground chamber on the grounds of an abandoned Massachusetts mental hospital, the gruesome discovery of six mummified corpses resurrects his worst nightmare: the return of a killer he thought dead and buried. There’s no place to run. . . . Bobby’s only lead is wrapped around a dead woman’s neck. Annabelle Granger has been in hiding for as long as she can remember. Her childhood was a blur of new cities and assumed identities. But what—or who—her family was running from, she never knew. Now a body is unearthed from a grave, wearing a necklace bearing Annabelle’s name, and the danger is too close to escape. This time, she’s not going to run. You know he will find you. . . .

The new threat could be the dead psychopath’s copycat, his protégé—or something far more terrifying. Dodge knows the only way to find him is to solve the mystery of Annabelle Granger, and to do that he must team up with his former lover, partner, and friend D. D. Warren from the Boston P.D. But the trail leads back to a woman from Bobby’s past who may be every bit as dangerous as the new killer—a beautiful survivor-turned-avenger with an eerie link to Annabelle. From its tense opening pages to its shocking climax, Hide is a thriller that delves into our deepest, darkest fears. Where there is no one to trust. Where there is no place left to hide.

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In bestseller Gardner's first-rate follow-up to Alone (2005), Bobby Dodge, once a sniper for the Massachusetts State Police and now a police detective, gets called to a horrific crime scene in the middle of the night by fellow detective and ex-lover D.D. Warren. An underground chamber has been discovered on the property of a former Boston mental hospital containing six small naked mummified female bodies in clear garbage bags. A silver locket with one of the corpses, which may be decades old, bears the name Annabelle Granger. Later, a woman shows up at the Boston Homicide offices claiming to be Annabelle Granger. Her resemblance to Catherine Gagnon (whose life Bobby saved in Alone) helps stoke a romance between her and Bobby both subtle and sizzling. The suspense builds as the police uncover links between patients at the hospital and long-ago criminal activities. Through expert use of red herrings, Gardner takes the reader on a nail-biting ride to the thrilling climax. (Feb.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In Gardner's latest thriller, Boston Police Sgt. D.D. Warren hooks up with Massachusetts State Police Det. Robert Dodge (from Alone) to investigate a long-abandoned underground cavern found on the grounds of the former Boston State Mental Hospital. The hospital had been shut down decades earlier, but the mummified bodies of six young girls are found belowground, recalling a previous case. Annabelle Granger has spent her life running, moving from city to city and adopting a new name every 18 months or so at her paranoid father's whim. Annabelle, a beautiful young woman who bears a striking resemblance to a previous victim, is thought to be one of the dead girls, until she strolls into the police station. Former hospital staff members and patients become the prime suspects in this fast-paced, twisty thriller. Annabelle's first-person perspective occasionally shifts to that of an omniscient narrator to give the reader more information than Annabelle has, but the introduction of a new, critical character toward the end is rather unsettling. Nevertheless, this gripping read is recommended for all public libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ10/1/06.]
—Stacy Alesi

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553903409
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/30/2007
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 3,859
  • Series: Detective D. D. Warren Series, #2
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Lisa Gardner
Lisa Gardner
Lisa Gardner is the New York Times bestselling author of Gone, Alone, The Killing Hour, The Survivors Club, The Next Accident, The Other Daughter, The Third Victim, and The Perfect Husband. She lives with her family in New England, where she is at work on her next novel of suspense.


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Chapter One


My father explained it to me the first time when I was seven years old: The world is a system. School is a system. Neighborhoods are a system. Towns, governments, any large group of people. For that matter, the human body is a system, enabled by smaller, biological subsystems.

Criminal justice, definitely a system. The Catholic Church–don't get him started. Then there's organized sports, the United Nations, and of course, the Miss America Pageant.

"You don't have to like the system," he lectured me. "You don't have to believe in it or agree with it. But you must understand it. If you can understand the system, you will survive."

A family is a system.

I'd come home from school that afternoon to discover both of my parents standing in our front room. My father, a professor of mathematics at MIT, was rarely home before seven. Now, however, he stood next to my mother's prized floral sofa, with five suitcases stacked neatly by his feet. My mother was crying. When I opened the front door, she turned away as if to shield her face, but I could still see her shoulders shaking.

Both of my parents were wearing heavy wool coats, which seemed odd, given the relatively warm October afternoon.

My father spoke first: "You need to go into your room. Pick two things. Any two things you want. But hurry, Annabelle; we don't have much time."

My mother's shoulders shook harder. I set down my backpack. I retreated to my room, where I stared at my little pink-and-green painted space.

Of all the moments in my past, this is the one I would most like to have back. Three minutes in the bedroom of my youth. Fingers skimming over my sticker-plastered desk, skipping over framed photos of my grandparents, hopscotching past my engraved silver-plated brush and oversize hand mirror. I bypassed my books. Didn't even consider my marble collection or stash of kindergarten art. I remember making a positively agonizing choice between my favorite stuffed dog and my newest treasure, a bridal-dressed Barbie. I went with my dog, Boomer, then grabbed my cherished baby blankie, dark pink flannel with a light pink satin trim.

Not my diary. Not my stash of silly, doodle-covered notes from my best friend, Dori Petracelli. Not even my baby album, which would've at least given me photos of my mother for all the years to come. I was a young, frightened child, and I behaved childishly.

I think my father knew what I would choose. I think he saw it all coming, even back then.

I returned to our family room. My father was outside, loading the car. My mom had her hands wrapped around the pillar that divided the family room from the eat-in kitchen. For a minute, I didn't think she'd let go. She would take a stand, demand that my father stop this foolishness.

Instead, she reached out and stroked my long dark hair. "I love you so much." She grabbed me, hugging me fiercely, cheeks wet against the top of my head. The next moment, she pushed me away, wiping briskly at her face.

"Outside, honey. Your father's right–we have to be quick."

I followed my mother to the car, Boomer under my arm, blankie clutched in both hands. We took our usual places–my father in the driver's seat, my mother riding shotgun, me in the back.

My father backed our little Honda out of the drive. Yellow and orange leaves swirled down from the beech tree, dancing outside the car window. I spread my fingers against the glass as if I could touch them.

"Wave at the neighbors," my father instructed. "Pretend everything is normal."

That's the last we ever saw of our little oak-dotted cul-de-sac.

A family is a system.

We drove to Tampa. My mother had always wanted to see Florida, my father explained. Wouldn't it be nice to live amid palm trees and white sandy beaches after so many New England winters?

Since my mother had chosen our location, my father had picked our names. I would now be called Sally. My father was Anthony and my mother Claire. Isn't this fun? A new town and a new name. What a grand adventure.

I had nightmares in the beginning. Terrible, terrible dreams where I would wake up screaming, "I saw something, I saw something!"

"It's only a dream," my father would attempt to soothe me, stroking my back.

"But I'm scared!"

"Hush. You're too young to know what scared is. That's what daddies are for."

We didn't live amid palm trees and white sandy beaches. My parents never spoke of it, but as an adult looking back, I realize now that a Ph.D. in mathematics couldn't very well pick up where he left off, especially under an assumed identity. Instead, my father got a job driving taxis. I loved his new job. It meant he was home most of the day, and it seemed glamorous to be picked up from school in my own personal cab.

The new school was bigger than my old one. Tougher. I think I made friends, though I don't remember many specifics about our Florida days. I have more a general sense of a surreal time and place, where my afternoons were spent being drilled in self-defense for first-graders and even my parents seemed foreign to me:

My father, constantly buzzing around our one-bedroom apartment. "What'd you say, Sally? Let's decorate a palm tree for Christmas! Yes, sir, we're having fun now!" My mother, humming absently as she painted our family room a bright shade of coral, giggling as she bought a swimsuit in November, seeming genuinely intrigued as she learned to cook different kinds of flaky white fish.

I think my parents were happy in Florida. Or at least determined. My mother decorated our apartment. My father resumed his hobby of sketching. On the nights he didn't work, my mother would pose for him beside the window, and I would lie on the couch, content to watch my father's deft strokes as he captured my mother's teasing smile in a small charcoal sketch.

Until the day I came home from school to find suitcases packed, faces grim. No need to ask this time. I went into my room on my own. Grabbed Boomer. Found my blankie. Then retreated to the car and climbed in the back.

It was a long time before anyone said a word.

A family is a system.

To this day, I don't know how many cities we lived in. Or how many names I assumed. My childhood became a blur of new faces, new towns, and the same old suitcases. We would arrive, find the cheapest one-bedroom apartment. My father would set out the next day, always coming home with some kind of job–photo developer, McDonald's manager, salesclerk. My mother would unpack our meager belongings. I would be shuffled off to school.

I know I stopped talking as much. I know my mom did, too.

Only my father remained relentlessly cheerful. "Phoenix! I've always wanted to experience the desert. Cincinnati! Now, this is my kind of town. St. Louis! This will be the place for us!"

I don't remember suffering any more nightmares. They simply went away or were pushed aside by more pressing concerns. The afternoons I came home and found my mother passed out on the sofa. The crash courses in cooking because she could no longer stand up. Brewing coffee and forcing it down her throat. Raiding her purse for money so I could buy groceries before my father returned from work.

I want to believe he had to know, but to this day I'm not sure. It seemed for my mother and me at least, the more we took on other names, the more we gave away of ourselves. Until we became silent, ethereal shadows following in my father's blustery wake.

She made it until I was fourteen. Kansas City. We'd lasted nine months. My father had risen to manager in the automotive department of Sears. I was thinking of going to my first dance.

I came home. My mother–Stella, she was called then–was facedown on the sofa. This time no amount of shaking woke her up. I have a vague memory of racing across the hall. Of banging on our neighbor's door.

"My mother, my mother, my mother!" I screamed. And poor Mrs. Torres, who'd never been granted a smile or wave from any of us, threw open her door, bustled across the hall, and hands flying to her suddenly wet eyes, declared my mother dead.

Cops came. EMTs. I watched them remove her body. Saw the empty orange prescription bottle slip out of her pocket. One of the officers picked it up. He gave me a pitying look.

"Someone we should call?"

"My father will be home soon."

He left me with Mrs. Torres. We sat in her apartment, with its rich smells of jalape—o peppers and corn tamales. I admired the brightly striped curtains she had hanging on her windows and the bold floral pillows covering her worn brown sofa. I wondered what it would be like to have a real home again.

My father arrived. Thanked Mrs. Torres profusely. Ushered me away.

"You understand we can't tell them anything?" he kept saying over and over again, once we were safely tucked back inside our apartment. "You understand we have to be very careful? I don't want you saying a word, Cindy. Not one word. This is all very, very tricky."

When the cops returned, he did the talking. I heated up chicken noodle soup in the tiny kitchenette. I wasn't really hungry. I just wanted our apartment to smell like Mrs. Torres's apartment. I wanted my mom to be back home.

I found my father crying later. Curled up on the sofa, holding my mother's tattered pink robe. He couldn't stop. He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

That was the first night my father slept in my bed. I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't like that.

A family is a system.

We waited three months for my mother's body. The state wanted an autopsy. I never did understand it all. But one day we had my mom back. We accompanied her from the morgue's office to the funeral home. She was put in a box labeled with someone else's name, then sent into the fire.

My father purchased two small glass vials that dangled from chains. One for him. One for me.

"This way," he said, "she can always be close to our hearts."

Leslie Ann Granger. That was my mother's real name. Leslie Ann Granger. My father filled the vials with ashes, and we put them around our necks. The rest of her, we turned loose into the wind.

Why buy a tombstone that would only cement a lie?

We returned to the apartment, and this time my father didn't have to ask; I had packed our suitcases three months earlier. No Boomer and blankie this time. I had placed them in my mother's wooden box and sent them with her into the flames.

Once your mother is dead, it is time to be done with childish things.

I chose thename Sienna. My father would be Billy Bob, but I would allow him to use B.B. He rolled his eyes but played along. Since I'd done the honors with the names, he chose the city. We headed for Seattle; my father had always wanted to see the West Coast.

We did better in Seattle, each in our own way. My father returned to Sears and, without ever disclosing that he'd worked at one before, was taken to be a complete natural who flew up the managerial ranks. I enrolled in yet another overcrowded, underfunded public school, where I disappeared into the nameless, faceless B-average masses.

I also committed my first act of rebellion: I joined a church.

The small Congregational church one block from our home. I walked by it every day to and from school. One day, I poked my head in. The second day, I took a seat. The third day, I found myself talking to the reverend.

Will God let you into Heaven, I wanted to know, if you were buried under the wrong name?

I talked to the reverend for a long time that afternoon. He had bottle-thick glasses. Sparse gray hair. A kind smile. When I got home, it was after six, my father was waiting, and there was no food on the table.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

"I got held late–"

"Do you know how worried I've been?"

"I missed the bus. I was talking to a teacher about a homework assignment. I'm . . . I had to walk all the way home. I didn't want to bother you at work." I was babbling, my cheeks flushed, not sounding anything like myself.

My father frowned at me for a long time. "You can always call me," he said abruptly. "We're in this together, kiddo."

He ruffled my hair.

I missed my mother.

Then I walked into the kitchen and started the tuna casserole.

Lying, I've discovered, is as addictive as any drug. Next thing I knew, I'd told my father I'd joined the debate team. This, of course, gave me any number of afternoons I could spend at the church, listening to the choir practice, talking to the reverend, simply absorbing the space.

I'd always had long dark hair. My mother used to braid it for me when I was a child. As an adolescent, however, I had relegated it to an impenetrable curtain I let hang over my face. One day, I decided my hair was blocking the true beauty of the stained glass, so I walked to the corner barbershop and had it chopped off.

My father didn't speak to me for a week.

And I discovered, sitting in my church, watching my neighbors come and go, that my oversize sweatshirts were too drab, my baggy jeans ill-fitting. I liked people in bright colors. I liked the way it brought attention to their faces and made you notice their smiles. These people looked happy. Normal. Loving. I bet there wasn't a three-second delay every time someone asked them their name.

So I bought new clothes. For the debate team. And I started spending every Monday night at the soup kitchen–school requirement, I told my father. Everyone's got to fulfill so many hours of community service. There happened to be a nice young man who also volunteered there. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Matt Fisher.

Matt took me to the movies. I don't remember what was playing. I was aware of his hand on my shoulder, the sweaty feel of my own palms, the hitch to my breath. After the movies, we went for ice cream. It was raining. He held his coat over my head.

And then, tucked inside his cologne-scented jacket, he gave me my first kiss.

I floated home. Arms wrapped around my waist. Dreamy smile upon my face.

My father greeted me at the front door. Five suitcases loomed behind him.

"I know what you've been doing!" he declared.

"Shhhh," I said, and put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh."

I danced past my stunned father. I drifted into my tiny, windowless room. And for eight hours I lay on my bed and let myself be happy.

I still wonder about Matt Fisher sometimes. Is he married now? Has two-point-two kids? Does he ever tell stories about the craziest girl he ever knew? Kissed her one night. Never saw her again.

My father was gone when I got up in the morning. He returned around twelve, slapping the fake ID into my hand.

"And I don't want to hear it about the names," he said as I arched a brow at my new identity as Tanya Nelson, daughter of Jeremy. "Trying to get paperwork at a moment's notice already set me back two grand."

"But you picked the names."

"They were all the guy could give me."

"But you brought home the names," I insisted.

"Fine, fine, whatever."

He already had a suitcase in each hand. I stood firm, arms crossed, face implacable. "You picked the names, I pick the city."

"Once we're in the car."

"Boston," I said.

His eyes went wide. I could tell he wanted to argue. But rules are rules.

A family is a system.


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  • Posted November 21, 2009

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    "At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are the caves in which we hide." F. Scott Fitzgerald

    Mass. State Police Detective Bobby Dodge is called to the scene of a gruesome mass murder on the grounds of the old state mental hospital. The bodies of six girls are found in a chamber. Their bodies have begun to liquify. Only one body is temporarily identified as Annabelle Granger from a name on a locket.

    However, a woman reads the story and tells police she is Annabelle. She had given the locket to her friend twenty five years ago. She also tells police that someone had been looking into her window when she was age seven and her parents took this with such fear that they moved away to protect her.

    Another woman has the same appearance as Annabelle and she was also kidnapped and placed in a chamber but hunters heard her cries and rescued her. She was able to identify her kidnapper and he was inprisoned.

    The search goes to the mental hospital and former patients. Two men are identified as suspects. We learn of what they did that made them placed in a mental institution. Both men are now free and the police would like to question them but cannot find them.

    Gardner has done a splendid job keeping the reader guessing as to who the killer is and why they might have been after Annabelle. The author gives us a surprise that pulls everything together nicely.

    A well done novel. Highly recommended.

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  • Posted September 30, 2010

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    Completely engrossing!!!

    Annabelle Granger and her parents have led a life on the run since Annabelle was seven years old. She and her parents rarely lived anywhere for more than a couple of years, new names, new identities. She never knew why. Twenty-five years later, her parents dead, she comes back to Boston where she last felt free and comfortable. In Boston she lives in a somewhat reclusive state, just in case. A shocking news report that Annabelle Granger is dead, part of a gruesome crime scene involving six children buried in an underground tomb on the grounds of the closed down State Mental Hospital, causes Annabelle to come forward. Annabelle, now known as Tanya, tells Detectives Bobby Dodge and D.D. Warren her mortifying story. The investigation of the serial killings reveals more than one suspect. Annabelle insists on being part of the investigation, and ends up reclaiming her name and her life. This is fast-paced and completely engrossing. I loved all the characters and I haven't read one Lisa Gardner book that hasn't kept me completely enthralled, entertained, and in suspense!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2006

    Really read the book

    Ms. Klausner should try really reading the book!!!!!!!! I will tell you the book is great and read ALONE before you read this one to get the true impact. Lisa Gardner takes her writing to a new level with these two books. There is a serial killer and 'it' is a very bad person. Keep the lights on and read this one into the wee hours.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2009

    Never fails me...

    ahh its great to know that other people out there spend all night or all day trying to finish Mrs Lisa Gardner's books. she is a marvolus writer keeps readers on the edge and salvating for more. I honestly can say that an author who is able to have readers reading all night dying to get to the end is a true blessing and gift. Mrs Gardner has become my new fave author I spread her name where ever I go. two thumbs up!!

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  • Posted January 5, 2012

    WONDERFUL!!!

    My first time reading a Lisa Gardner book was when I read the 1st book in the series, Alone, a while back. I remember that being really good but this book was just simply AMAZING!! I think I'm a pretty tough critic, especially when it comes to suspense novels and just how suspenseful they are. However, this book was one that I literally couldn't put down & at one point, even shook my head saying "OMG!" out loud!! It's THAT good! She is definitely a great writer. The only thing that can be confusing is that she writes some of the book in 3rd person and some in 1st person... That was a little different for me but it didn't matter. GREAT BOOK!!! Just started "The Neighbor" and can't wait to really get into it!!

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  • Posted March 12, 2011

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    Page turner

    I read the first one in this series and loved it so much that I bought this one. I couldn't put it down. I'll be looking for the next one in the series....

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  • Posted June 12, 2010

    Excellent Read!

    I downloaded this initially because I just got a Nook and wanted some cheap books to read. Hide was more than I expected! Good plot, solid story telling and likeable characters. It kept me reading all the way thru and with no let down at the end.

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  • Posted May 6, 2010

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    One of Lisa Gardner's Better(And Best)Novels

    This is one of Lisa Gardner's scariest novels-like a cross between Robert B.Parker and Michael Crichton,and partly it's better because it takes place in Boston(As do Robert B.Parker's books)and definitely one of her best/better novels.

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  • Posted February 5, 2010

    LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH I BOUGHT EVERY BOOK SHE'S EVER WRITTEN

    This is the first book I've ever read from Lisa Gardner and happen to get it from a friend so I wasn't sure what to expect but after I read it nonstop I had to have the rest of her books. It was AWESOME.

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  • Posted July 10, 2009

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    THRILLING... Brings a whole new meaning to: Parents, Do YOU KNOW WHERE your KIDS ARE!?!

    Great Read. If you like 'fast pace', suspense THRILLERS... this is it!
    The story ending is a bit 'off-beat', but, all in all, it kept my attention with all the TWISTS and TURNS... making you wonder... WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON... and WHO REALLY 'IS' someone you CAN TRUST... when the main character who is HIDING... tries to START HER LIFE OVER... without having to LOOK OVER HER SHOULDER...

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  • Posted January 8, 2009

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    No Place To Run, No Place To Hide....

    The novel Hide by Lisa Gardner is filled with suspense and drama. I really liked this book because the author portrays the characters in a realistic way. The book is about a woman named Annabelle Granger whose family has been on the run since she was seven and she¿s always wondered why; until six bodies are discovered on the grounds an abandoned mental assylum and one is wearing a locket with her name on it. With her help, detectives, Bobby Dodge and D.D Warren, set out to solve the case. Hide is in the point of view of Annabelle and Bobby, who are secretly falling for each other. This book has quite a bit of obscene language so adults and mature young adults would best enjoy it. If you like Fake ID, then you¿ll love Hide!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2008

    Family runs and hides for unknown reasons

    Everything is a ¿system¿ according to young Annabelle, her current name, who lived a family life but never knowing where or how that ¿system¿ might turn out. Her father tells Annabelle, that she has very little time to gather up any two of her possessions immediately and leave in their automobile for parts unknown. She was devastated as she had so many possessions that meant so much to her, making it almost impossible to select only two items! They took off for Tampa and changed their names as they adjusted to another way of living and new friends, but don¿t ever make too many friends since we ¿might have to leave again.¿ Annabelle, or whatever name she would use next, did not understand why they had to move so often and so quickly. Every time she was just told to gather her choice of two things and then get in the car and off they would go. No way to make friends long enough to call them good friends. But unknown to her father Annabelle did make one real good friend before the moving all started. Her name was Dori Petracelli. The mother picked the names they would go by in the next town and the father would get identification containing that name for the entire family. One day she came home to find her mother face down on the couch, dead, with many prescription bottles spread around her. Once the mother was cremated, Annabelle and her father had small lockets containing some of the ashes, with the rest of the ashes thrown in the wind. Then it was time to leave again and the daughter was allowed to choose the city they would move to once again. She chose Boston, their original city that she loved so much. The locket would eventually become a part of her future life. At age 22, her father was killed when hit by a car and she realized she was on her own finally and could make her own decisions where to live, work, and what to do with her life. One day she picked up the newspaper and discovered that she was dead. At the age of 25, she was dead but she knew she was very much alive. Enter into the scene Boston Detective D.D. Warren and an old friend of hers, Massachusetts newest state police detective, Bobby Dodge, as they are thrown together to investigate an incident that Bobby had been associated with years before. They worked together reluctantly at first as they tracked down killers leading all the way back to a mental hospital that was now closed. Annabelle Mary Granger took herself to the Boston Police Department to prove she was alive. Thus a connection with DD and Bobby that lasted for some time as they worked together to solve Annabelle¿s family¿s strange living all those years and why she was reported ¿dead!¿. The well-flowing story goes on to follow Annabelle through the rest of her life as she learns of her past and how and why the many life changes occurred. She and DD and Bobby work together and Bobby gets to know Annabelle a bit more than he possibly should. You will not be correct if you try to guess the results of each and every turn that she endured and how it ended. ¿Hide¿ is a real page-turner that I enjoyed thoroughly. I have enjoyed books written by Lisa Gardner and this one, in my opinion, is one of the best. The interaction between the Boston Police Department and Bobbie coming in to assist becomes strange at times but very enjoyable. I don¿t feel you need any farther review to be interested in purchasing this book and getting engrossed for several days.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2008

    Excellent book if you enjoy diving into a thriller and never wanting to return!

    I first purchased 'Alone' and then soon ran to the store for 'Hide'. I love the way Lisa Gardner has been able to fascinate me with all of the information she has been able to compile into an intense thriller! Don't worry, there is also a little romance to help you realize life is always hectic, but love is always there. I have now started going back with reading her first book, 'The Perfect Husband' and will continue to read all of Lisa's books. I have become an instant fan of hers and hope she continues to reel out amazing horror, shocking, suspenseful, and yes-some romance into her novels. I couldn't help, but to find myself having a crush on Detective Bobby Dodge and wanting to see his relationship with Annabelle develop. So I am hopeful that he, if not the both of them, return to a book in the future!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2008

    A First Rate Thriller!

    'This is the type of thriller that has you guessing to virtually the end and has a heart-pounding conclusion! This book sucked me in from the beginning with the story of Anabelle, whose father makes her constantly move and change identities like they are in the witness protection program. This finally finishes when Anabelle becomes an adult and both her parents are dead. In the meantime a grave is unearthed that contains the remains of murdered children. Somehow, Anabelle going into hiding has some connection to this grave. The author uses interesting story telling, having Anabelle's story appear in first person and using third person when describing the two detectives investigating the case. What really gets confusing is that the case is similar to another case inolving a woman who was a girlfriend of one of the detectives investigating the case and also bears a strong resemblence to Anabelle. Gardner's confusing plotline clues only adds to the reader's difficulty in putting the book down. Don't miss this one!'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2007

    Unbelievably addicting read

    I have read all her books and I think this one was the best. I absolutely could not put it down. I spent an entire day on the couch one Saturday till it was finished. My 8 yr old was ready to kill me but I could not stop. Highly recommend it to anyone. You wont be able to put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2007

    A reviewer

    Hide is an exihalarating, suspenful and edge of your seat-nail-biting book. Lisa Garderner produces a book with twist and turns that keep you guessing until the very end!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2007

    Hide Out for a Weekend!!

    This book is great! There is definately a new name in thriller writters, and that is lisa gardner. Spooky murder site, intersesting characters - much different than in other suspense novels - and a twisting plot that eradicates all other writer's attempts. Hide away for a couple of days in a remote location to really fel the tense, pulse-pounding horror of this book. I would love to hear from others who loved this, or any of her books.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    superb thriller

    As part of a ¿family system¿ Boston Detective D.D. Warren spent her childhood packing two bags as she and her parents fled city after city with new identifications until she was fourteen when her mom died and twenty-two when the taxi killed her father. Figuring she had nothing else to fear as she never knew what or who the Bad Thing is, she became a Boston police officer and now a detective. Everything seems right for her as the past has been incinerated with her parents until the Boston Herald front-page declares she is dead. In the middle of the night from the former mental hospital at Mattapan, she calls her ex lover Massachusetts State Homicide Detective Bobby Dodge to come quickly and quietly as things are about to turn ugly. Six naked mummified female bodies in see through garbage bags have been found ¿buried¿ in an underground chamber. One of them had a silver locket with the words Annabelle M. Granger, a name D.D. used when her dad was an MIT professor. The past thought dead has come back to haunt the Police Sergeant even as a woman comes to the BPD with proof that she is the real Annabelle Granger. --- The return of Bobby Dodge (see ALONE) in this superb thriller grips readers from the opening sequence as a young girl learns systems means sometimes fleeing and never slows down until the final exciting twist of an ending. The story line is fast-paced as Bobby once again wonders about the dark secrets of females that he does not understand and how attracted he is to the latest Annabelle, who resembles the great manipulator Catherine Gagnon (once again see ALONE). Set aside time as this 384 page thriller will keep fans reading to learn what is the system that ties everyone together. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2012

    Miya

    *raises her eybrows* agh! Gtg....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2012

    Silver

    U can have mine......mummb.es

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