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Two little girls, frozen in black and white. One picture worth killing for.

The Civil Rights Movement is less than a distant memory to Lisa Waldren—it is someone else’s memory altogether, passed on to her through the pages of history. Her life as a federal prosecutor in Boston feels utterly remote from the marches in the South


Two little girls, frozen in black and white. One picture worth killing for.

The Civil Rights Movement is less than a distant memory to Lisa Waldren—it is someone else’s memory altogether, passed on to her through the pages of history. Her life as a federal prosecutor in Boston feels utterly remote from the marches in the South that changed her father’s generation—and the entire nation—forever.

But the truth is, she was there.

When a photograph surfaces showing a blond, four-year-old Lisa playing with an African-American girl at a civil rights march in Fort Worth, Lisa is faced with a jarring revelation: the girls may have been the only witnesses who observed the killer of civil rights leader Benjamin Gray . . . and therefore the only ones who can exonerate the death row inmate falsely accused of the murder.

Soon, Lisa finds herself in the dangerous world her father had shielded her from as a child. After some searching, the Waldrens find the other little girl from the photo and, in the process, uncover conspiracy mere steps away from the likes of Bobby Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, and J. Edgar Hoover.

Based on real events and a photograph snapped by author Lis Wiehl’s own G-man father, Snapshot is a remarkably original marriage of mystery and history.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Fox News commentator and former federal prosecutor Wiehl calls this her “most personal novel to date.” The idea for the story came from a photo of Wiehl sitting next to an African-American girl at a civil rights rally in the 1960s. Presumably the author put much of what she learned in the line of legal duty into this tale of jealousy and family secrets, about a government cover-up of the murder of a black man during the rally where the photo of the girls was taken. In spite of some technical flaws, the writing is strong and the plot is engaging, driven by the desires (both good and evil) of the characters and the reader’s desire to know who killed a man decades before, how it was covered up, and whether an innocent man has been charged and imprisoned. Complete with photos of the author, an interview with her father, and book club questions, the book offers a “snapshot” of the civil rights movement and turbulent times. (Jan.)
CBA Retailers + Resources Magazine
“Crisp writing and believable characters make Snapshot an absorbing read.” ---CBA Retailers + Resources Magazine
RT Book Reviews
“Wiehl’s latest is captivating and difficult to put down. Racial tensions run high, subtle faith elements unite the historical mysteries and the author’s personal connection to the story adds to the realism. Readers can piece the clues together along with the characters. A secondary storyline about President Kennedy’s cabinet is neatly tied in.” ---RT Book Reviews, 4 1/2 star TOP PICK
“Author Lis Wiehl weaves an intriguing plot inspired by actual events and embellished with colorful characters and plenty of suspense . . . Wiehl infuses the book with ample doses of history, justice, greed, power and the human condition. All in all, SNAPSHOT is a great read.”

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Boston, Massachusetts

Moakley Federal Courthouse

She needed air.

Lisa Waldren's quick footsteps were lost in the noise filling the marble corridor as she slung her satchel over her shoulder and wove through huddled groups of jurors, family members, and legal teams. She didn't turn toward the elevators that led to her office, but instead focused her steps toward the fresh ocean air waiting outside the building.

"Lisa, wait," someone called behind her as the glass rotunda entrance came into view.

She didn't slow until she'd pushed out the glass doors into the curved courtyard of Moakley Federal Courthouse. The scent of the sea filled her lungs and cooled her face, a welcome relief from the recycled air of the courtroom. But in her hurry to escape, Lisa had forgotten that the press would be waiting. They recognized her as the lead federal prosecutor and hurried toward her.

"Ms. Waldren, are you pleased with the sentencing?"

"What did Radcliffe say to you? Did he show any remorse?"

The faces, cameras, and microphones pressed around her.

"We have an official press conference at two o'clock." Lisa pushed through the net that circled and squeezed in. Someone grabbed her arm, but as she protested, Lisa recognized a familiar face pushing around and leading her through the mob.

"That's all for now. Sorry, folks, more in a few hours," Drew Harman said with a commanding tone that brought a smile to the edge of Lisa's lips.

"Hey, Drew, you got an exclusive with her or what?" The reporter gave him a sly expression as a few others broke into laughter.

"You'd like to know," Drew said. As they moved beyond the gathering, he shook his head as if disgusted. "Sharks."

Lisa couldn't help but laugh, given that Drew was a former newsman himself.

"I'd say thank you, but that wasn't necessary. I have plenty of experience shoving past the press."

"Don't I know," Drew said with a wicked grin.

Lisa ignored the remark. "Do you have time for lunch? I'm starving."

"Sentencing bad guys to thirty years in prison works up an appetite, I'm sure."

The breeze wafting through the landscaped courtyard carried the scent from a Sicilian restaurant, teasing her grumbling stomach with visions of homemade linguini and fresh seafood.

"Today was good news," Drew said, and Lisa realized he'd been studying her expression.

He was right. A bad guy was going to prison, and that should make her feel good. But for the past three years, Lisa had spent countless hours with the victims of the multistate extortion case. A hundred and forty-three victims had been taken by a swindler—that's what it came down to. They were humiliated and disillusioned, but even worse, most had lost nearly everything they had. Lisa could see the faces and hear their stories: the Huffs had to move in with their married children after losing the home they'd had for forty years; elderly Maryann Brown was scouring the job market after losing her entire life savings; Blaze Hampton survived being a POW in Vietnam but had lost his finances to a man claiming to be another veteran . . . the stories went on and on.

Sending Gerald Radcliffe to prison for thirty years didn't help the victims.

"Yes, good news. At least it's over." Lisa tried to muster up some acceptable enthusiasm.

They walked toward the blue waters of Boston Harbor that gleamed beneath the noonday sun. A large catamaran cut through the choppy waves, reminding Lisa of days when her husband was alive and he'd coax her and their young son out for a day at sea. The memory no longer stung but served to soften her mood and remind her of how time passed and healed. And tonight was one of her two regular weekly video chats with her now college-aged son from his dorm in London.

"It is actually over. That is a relief." Lisa glanced at Drew as the weight finally began to lift.

"You need to take that vacation now. Celebrate this and don't just hop on the next case. It's a huge victory. I know one thing—Radcliffe thought he was getting away with this, but he didn't expect Federal Prosecutor Lisa Waldren. You did good, so be proud of yourself." Drew's white smile beamed against the darkness of his skin.

Lisa nearly brushed away his words by saying that she'd been part of a great team and all the usual things people were supposed to say. But Drew knew the hours she'd put in and how determined she was to get the last nail hammered into Radcliffe's coffin. She'd followed a paper trail after it virtually disappeared, found family members that Radcliffe had thought he'd left behind and a partner in exile he wanted dead. Without her determination fueled by the victims' stories, Radcliffe would have never gone to trial, let alone been found guilty.

"I guess I did do all right," she said, breaking into a smile of her own.

As they stepped onto the harbor walkway, Lisa's phone rang. The name on the screen stopped her.

"My father?" She held up the phone as if to confirm that her eyes weren't tricking her.

"You should answer it."

Lisa hesitated a moment longer.


"There you are. I didn't know if you'd be in court." The voice struck her as so familiar that the time since she had last seen her father disappeared in a moment. They spoke in short greetings on holidays and birthdays, though Dad had forgotten most of Lisa's. They were family, yet neither of them knew the details of the other's life.

"I just left a sentencing and am going to lunch. How are you? Is everything okay?"

"I want to talk to you about something. Time is critical with this."

"What's it about?" Lisa braced herself for the news she was about to receive.

"There's too much to go over right now. But do you remember when you were little, really little, I took you to a civil rights rally?"

Lisa frowned, trying to gauge where this was going.

"It was in Fort Worth. There was a shooting?"

"Do you mean the rally where that civil rights leader was killed?" Years ago, after her mother had brought up how upset she'd been that a man was killed so close to her daughter, Lisa had researched the event.

"Yes, exactly. His name was Benjamin Gray."

Lisa caught the rise of excitement in Dad's tone. She shifted from one leg to the next as Drew took the heavy satchel from her shoulder and motioned toward a bench near the water's edge. Lisa followed him and leaned on the thick chain railing.

"Didn't the shooter get the death penalty?" she asked.

"Yes, but he didn't do the crime. The wrong man has spent more than four decades in prison for the Gray killing."

"And?" A headache was growing in her temples, and she wanted to ask what this had to do with her, with them, with his abrupt phone call out of the blue.

"I want to right that wrong."

"That's admirable of you."

This was not like her father at all. Special Agent James Waldren had retired with accolades from the FBI over a decade earlier. He fit the G-man role naturally. He didn't share his feelings with anyone, he'd never go to therapy, and he wouldn't see the point of losing sleep questioning life decisions. Yet now Lisa detected the tone of someone impassioned by a cause.

Had he become obsessed with this case? Was he losing his mind? Words like dementia and Alzheimer's made her pulse race.

"It's not admirable; it's what should have been done long ago. And I need your help."

"Me? What can I do?"

"I don't know what you remember from that day, but the real killer couldn't have been in the spot where they arrested Leonard Dubois—the man convicted of the shooting.

"There were many inconsistencies and reports that never sat well with me. I have several files for you to look through, and much more here in Dallas. I know I'm dumping a lot on you at once, but we're running out of time. In seven weeks, the wrong man is going to be executed. We have to work quickly."

We? Lisa didn't know what to say. Her father obviously believed she should care. After all this time he popped into her life, not to know her better, but because of some old case from the sixties.

She hadn't spoken to him since she'd called him at Christmas. There were no inquiries about her son, his grandson. No sharing of pictures or telling stories of John going off to England, or how she'd slept in his room the first week or how empty the house felt without him. Nothing about her, nothing about them, nothing a father and daughter might usually share. No opportunity to mention that she'd just won one of the biggest cases in recent Boston history.

She closed her eyes against the throbbing headache, then she remembered the time.

"Dad, I have to hold a press conference in an hour. Can I call you when I'm home?" She couldn't give a flat-out no to her father, even if he'd turned his back on her more times than she could count.

"Oh yes, I heard something about your big case. Congratulations."

"Thank you." Lisa was surprised that he knew anything about it at all.

"Will you have some time off now? I wondered if you might come down here."

"Go to Texas? You're still in Dallas, right?" It was a question for a casual acquaintance, not a father.

"Of course. If you could see all this evidence and these pictures, and the letter Leonard Dubois wrote me from prison."

"I have a vacation sort of in the process."

Drew raised his eyebrows at her semi-lie.

"Well, I'm sure you deserve it. I can try mailing you copies of the snapshots I took at the parade. Maybe you'll remember something. But it'd be best if you came here."

"Why don't you e-mail or text them to me."

"I can't do all that stuff. Just call me back as soon as you can. There's a lot at stake here."

"Okay, Dad." Lisa would hear him out; she'd give him that at least.

She hung up the phone and stared across the water. The catamaran had sailed beyond view.

"He wants me to go to Dallas."

"You should consider it." Drew motioned for them to walk. He kept her satchel on his shoulder as he led the way toward the quaint cafés and shops across the bridge. A historic fishing vessel knocked against the dock and strained its mooring lines.

Lisa couldn't enjoy the walk as she normally would. She might have known Drew would side with any chance of her reconnecting with her father. In their eight years as friends, Drew had never met him. He'd met her mother and stepfather on numerous occasions, and Lisa knew Drew's family well. But Dad had never visited her in Boston, not once, while Lisa's career and single parenting had kept her from returning to Texas. When her son was young, she'd tried developing a relationship between her father and her fatherless son. But Dad had never particularly enjoyed children, and she eventually gave up.

Now Dad called, acting as if he regularly phoned for a friendly father-daughter chat and that it wasn't outside of normal to request her help on an old case.

Why was this case so important to him?

"There is absolutely no way I'm going to Dallas."

Drew didn't look toward her as they walked.

"I think that you will."


Jefferson City, Missouri

Stanley Blackstone had the sudden urge for a cigar and a stiff drink, a desire that surprised him considering it was 10:00 a.m. and he rarely imbibed anymore.

A crowd of a hundred had gathered before a small stage at the outside entrance of the Jefferson City Mall. Stanley stood on the fringe with his arms crossed at his chest, carefully studying each person and scanning the surroundings, including the roof and the bushes along the entrance to the mall.

Above the platform a banner flapped in the morning breeze, surrounded by red, white, and blue balloons that bobbed and twisted against the clear May sky. The banner read:


A podium and microphone awaited the keynote guest, Gwendolyn Hubert, though Stanley hadn't seen her arrive yet. She was probably in some private office or closed-off area inside the mall. He needed to leave before she appeared. Gwen had made it clear that the distance between them should remain, but Stanley needed to know she was safe. The world was darker than Gwen understood, with her idealistic views. She believed she could make a difference by running for political office, that the world was still worth fighting for.

Someone bumped into him from behind, and he whipped around to confront the offender. A thirtysomething man turned in unison, a baby attached to his chest.

"Excuse me," the man said lightheartedly until he saw Stanley's size and fierce expression. Stanley knew his glare and burly stature were an imposing combination. He'd learned to use them to his advantage.

"Sorry, man," the guy muttered and quickly herded his wife and children away. Not the best way to win supporters for Gwen's campaign, Stanley mused with only slight remorse.

He read the banner again. Gwen had changed her name to her stepfather's before she even entered high school. He deserved that, he supposed. But it didn't mean he had to like it.

Stanley saw a bearded man in a black trench coat move in close to the stage with his hands in his pockets. He seemed to be staring at the empty podium. Before Stanley could move forward, he saw Lancaster, his hired bodyguard, thread his way through the crowd toward the man without appearing at all suspicious—unlike Stanley, who had scared off a man carrying a baby.

At that moment a businessman-type guy raced up the stairs to the podium and tapped the microphone. Stanley knew he should be leaving now, but he moved through the crowd to watch Lancaster and the man by the podium.

"Is this on? Oh, it is, great," the guy said into the microphone.

Lancaster intercepted the bearded man as the announcer welcomed the crowd and explained who he was—some local city councilman or something. Stanley mostly tuned him out as he watched Lancaster escort the bearded man away from the stage and through the crowd. The man protested until Lancaster leaned in closer. Whatever he said or did was enough for a sudden exit without further objection.

Stanley smiled. He'd hired the right man.

"Today I'm pleased to introduce you to a woman I greatly admire. Gwendolyn Hubert is the quintessential ..."

At the sound of her name, Stanley felt his hands begin to sweat. He had faced many imposing foes in his day. He'd killed men with his bare hands. But only this five-foot-seven, 115-pound woman could make his palms sweat like this.

She walked from the closest building near the stage and toward the back of the podium with several people beside her, probably her campaign manager and assistant. He didn't know the others, but Lancaster would report back to him.

A last glance at the bodyguard assured him that everything was fine here. His daughter was safe even if she didn't want his help.

"Gwendolyn's Missouri roots run deep," the announcer said. Blackstone scoffed. She'd been born in Louisiana on the plantation that had been in the Blackstone family for generations. Her mother and stepfather may have raised Gwen in Missouri, but her roots were Deep South.

"Gwendolyn attended the University of Missouri where she joined Kappa Alpha Theta sorority. She placed second at nationals for diving during college, was the president of ..."

Stanley knew all of this, though he hadn't attended many of Gwen's important events, like graduations or birthdays. For years he'd been too busy; then, when he wanted to be there, his ex-wife asked him to stay away. Now it was Gwen who did the asking.

"When Gwendolyn Hubert sets her mind to do something great, she accomplishes it. She's ready to take on Washington next. Let's welcome the next senator from Missouri ... Gwendolyn Hubert!"

Stanley couldn't keep his eyes off his daughter as she made her way up the stage to the hearty applause on the ground around him. She walked with confidence and welcomed the crowd with an air that exuded capability, power, and warmth. Stanley hadn't come up with this description; he'd read it in one of the many publications that had been tracking Gwendolyn's political rise for the past few years. But now she was running for US Senate. Someday his only child might just sit in the Oval Office. She may have changed her name from Blackstone to Hubert, but she was his daughter and he was proud of her. Even after all these years, he remembered what it felt like to hold her against his shoulder when she slept and how she used to cry when he left. Even if she was conflicted about his role in her life and the danger he posed to her political career, they were father and daughter. Time didn't change that. Nothing could.

Leave now, he told himself.

But something kept him planted there.

A couple beside him talked loudly as Gwen spoke about opening avenues for small businesses. Before he decided between leaving, staying, or slamming his fist into the man's stomach, Gwen's and Stanley's eyes connected.

For less than a millisecond her voice caught, then she recovered and moved through her points on how to make that happen. But even from the distance between them, Stanley could see the red flush rising from her chest up her neck, just as it had whenever she was upset as a child.

The one skeleton in her closet was standing in the audience. Stanley understood how detrimental he could be to his daughter's political career. Her campaign manager might spin it that they were estranged, but he was still her father, and his past had become a liability.

Excerpted from SNAPSHOT by LIS WIEHL. Copyright © 2014 Lis Wiehl. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson.
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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 Facebook: Lis Wiehl, Fox News Legal Analyst and Author Twitter: @LisWiehl



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Snapshot 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had forgotten all of the turmoil from the 60's but this book brought it all back to life. I know that this is a fictional story but it could have happened, an did in many places. Truly an amazing story.
LyndaR More than 1 year ago
Lis Wiehl is now one of my favorite Christian fiction authors. Snapshot is really a good read. She weaves real events with fictional characters and events. The photo on the cover is a picture of her. This is a story of intrigue, murder, civil rights, and real life investigations. I highly recomment this book, and all of her books. She brings the reader along for the ride in the courtroom, investigations, Grand Jury room...
Thewall1950 More than 1 year ago
This author is the best! She gets her hook into you and then there are many twists after that. I like her style. Recommending Lis Wiehl to anyone who likes suspense.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed the glimpse into the 60's
quaintinns More than 1 year ago
WOW! If I had to describe my favorite genre, and the perfect book—Lis Wiehl’s SNAPSHOT, would be it, wrapped in one unique package. I loved everything about this profound and captivating novel. A mix of a human interest story, family drama, historical mystery, suspense, and a thriller. SNAPSHOT is like getting an inside look into the scandals of our leaders—secrets, lies, power, and deceit; a powerful history and best of all the personal twist, as you get a glimpse into the author’s life, her family relationship, and the inspiration for the book--which is special and unique. Thank you, Lis for sharing this remarkable story! A story that had to be told. I hope you meet this girl/woman in real life one day, by writing this moving novel, as agree it is bigger than we know. One of the main attractions of SNAPSHOT was the parallels between the story and the author’s life. How incredible is this! Everyone loves a good mystery, and especially combined with historical events and intrigues wrapped around our nation’s past. Mixed in, the family dynamics and relationship between former FBI agent, James and federal prosecutor, Lisa. At the heart of the novel these two little girls—and their connection to the real truth. Some powerful fathers—with strong daughters, here as well. From flashbacks to 1965 in Fort Worth, Texas, where a FBI agent had spent countless hours and overtime investigating the JFK assignation and was assigned to the killer, the deceased Lee Harvey Oswald—his activities, friends, and his Russian wife, Marina Oswald; however, this day he was trying to blend in. Just another bystander, a normal guy who has his daughter with him to witness a historical event. A white dad who happened to have a revolver and FBI credentials. A special agent with the FBI was never off duty and his wife would be furious if she knew he had brought his four year old here. Things he would keep secret for decades, to protect this family. In the blink of an eye, a photo was taken and at the same time a shot was fired, and a man (a civil rights activist) was killed. However, the wrong man was charged and has been in prison for more than five decades—now he is nearing execution. The wrongful charged man sends this retired FBI agent a message to ask for help before he is executed. The events which happen next takes us from present day back to Texas in 1965 and to New York in 1971, to Washington, DC when a series of secrets and lies are uncovered layer by layer as one man and his daughter work together to solve a mystery which changed the course of history, with a photo of two little girls which may hold clues to secrets of the past. Having lived through the sixties, personally— was in the sixth grade when President Kennedy was shot, seems like yesterday. From the racial tensions, Martin Luther King, Jr. Robert Kennedy, The Vietnam War, nuclear water threats, and the hippie generation—some tough times. This was the age in which two little girls, one black and one white, sat together with all the promise of friendship. Highly recommend this entertaining, and highly-moving complex novel and look forward to reading more from this talented author! A special thank you to Thomas Nelson--FICTION and NetGalley for a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
VillaSyl More than 1 year ago
The mid-60s were a turbulent time. The JFK assassination, Robert Kennedy’s death a year or two later, and the civil rights movement all contributed to a coming change to American culture. And in that era a murder takes place in the midst of a civil rights parade - a murder witnessed by two four year old girls and a father. Now, the man convicted of the crime asks the father, a retired FBI agent, for help proving his innocence, even as the date for his death sentence has been set. The struggles of 1965 and the changes that impacted our nation forever are themes explored throughout Snapshot. Wiehl weaves a difficult father-daughter relationship through themes of race, religion, gender and family. In addition, the lack of open and honest communication fractured multiple relationships throughout the novel. Well-meaning intentions not properly communicated operate at multiple levels throughout the relationships between the major characters in the novel. A little comic relief is also provided in the character of Rosalyn, a private detective with the gift of gab and a heart of gold, and also by Molly, a female African-American minister who understands and appreciates her heritage in the South. The story held my interest from beginning to end I could not put it down. Snapshot by Lis Wiehl is an intriguing mystery based around some true events and an actual picture Wiehl's FBI agent father took of her as a child. The plot twists and turns will keep the reader engaged until the murderer is exposed. A timely read for exploring more about our nation’s Civil Rights Movement. A fun question and answer time with Lis and her father, along with a Reading Group Guide. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and had a very hard time putting it down! If you enjoy historical fiction with plenty of suspense and a dash of humor, give this book a read. I highly recommend it. I received copy of eBook from the publisher for my review
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VicG More than 1 year ago
Lis Wiehl in her new book, “Snapshot” published by Thomas Nelson introduces us to Lisa Waldren. From the inside jacket flap:  Two little girls, frozen in black and white. One picture worth killing for. The Civil Rights Movement is less than a distant memory to Lisa Waldren—it is someone else’s memory altogether, passed on to her through the pages of history. Her life as a federal prosecutor in Boston feels utterly remote from the marches in the South that changed her father’s generation—and the entire nation—forever. But the truth is, she was there. When a photograph surfaces showing a blond, four-year-old Lisa playing with an African-American girl at a civil rights march in Fort Worth, Lisa is faced with a jarring revelation: the girls may have been the only witnesses who observed the killer of civil rights leader Benjamin Gray . . . and therefore the only ones who can exonerate the death row inmate falsely accused of the murder. Soon, Lisa finds herself in the dangerous world her father had shielded her from as a child. After some searching, the Waldrens find the other little girl from the photo and, in the process, uncover conspiracy mere steps away from the likes of Bobby Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, and J. Edgar Hoover. Based on real events and a photograph snapped by author Lis Wiehl’s own G-man father, Snapshot is a remarkably original marriage of mystery and history. Take a FBI agent and a federal prosecutor who just happen to be father and daughter, add in a case from over 40 years ago that, if they don’t solve, an innocent man is going to the death chamber for and you have a formula for action and excitement.  Ms. Wiehl has outdone herself here.  The hunt for the killer who does not wish to be discovered means the killer will strike again.  The father/daughter duo have their own issues to resolve and then there is the issue of race relations and trust.  ”Snapshot” is an excellent murder mystery filled with marvelous characters, great plot twists, suspense and thrills.   This is an exciting book, extremely well paced and suspenseful. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book for free from Thomas Nelson.    I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
millstreetreader More than 1 year ago
want to thank Netgalley for supplying me with an ecopy of this title.  These are my opinions.  I've read two (or maybe three) books by Lis Wiehl now, and I will definitely pursue more.  In Snap Shot I loved the unfolding suspense, but unlike many recent "thriller" type books I've read lately, every new clue seemed so plausible  -- no sudden, unbelievable villain, no stalling of action with unnecessary narration or minutiae, and poorly developed motives.  A 1965 Civil Rights' Era killing has a strong historical flavor, and although, there was not a major Civil Rights leader killed in Fort Worth in that year, Lis creates a story that smacks of authenticity.  When you realize that her father was a FBI agent during that time, and that she became a federal prosecutor, you will understand how she can write with such realism.  If you have never read anything by Wiehl, this is a good novel to start with.  Even after finishing the novel, I can still close my eyes and imagine that photo of a little white girl and a little black girl, sitting in innocence, as the world surrounding them stirs in turmoil.
MastersQuill More than 1 year ago
SNAPSHOT by Lis Wiehl  BookLook Bloggers has provided me with a complimentary copy of this book. I was not required to write a positive review. Fort Worth, Texas, 1965. Two little girls on a concrete pedestal, a big parade, shots ring out, confusion reigns and lives are changed forever.  The story unfolds by setting the scene for a murder which took place in the past. A federal prosecutor, her father who is a retired FBI agent, their fractured relationship and various other friends, relatives, law enforcement officials interweave throughout this compelling tale, partly fact and partly fiction. A mysterious key reveals ties to JFK, his brother Bobby and a handmade cabinet from our distant history. The key will hopefully shine the penetrating light of truth on a powerful, dangerous family who walks the pages of this novel. Wiehl draws authentic characters for the reader with real-life problems known to the readers. There are no super heroes in this novel which makes it better, more authentic and believable.  Although her characters are realistic, she does not take anyone down dark, depressing paths of self-loathing but rather shows normal frailties and quirky behavior, common to most people. The story also has a built-in timeline which focuses on a planned execution of a man accused of murdering someone at the parade back in 1965. Once everyone involved in the investigation comes onboard, their personal and professional struggles add tension to the tale. There is one more ominous thread woven through this story and that is a man whose dark past brings life-threatening elements in the background. Wiehl sets this man up with the potential of changing everything for the main characters with his deadly tentacles reaching into the highest levels of power in government and business. The reader is constantly concerned about this man and what he might accomplish. SNAPSHOT is an interesting and compelling book, worth a read. I think this would be a very good movie. For links, cover images, guides and more, also check out the reviewer resources for this book.
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SeasonsofGrace More than 1 year ago
History being one of my favorite subjects, I found this book to be captivating. Although fiction, Lis based the book on actually happenings of the 1960 time period.   A photo of two little girls, one white and one black, in an era where seeing the two together could cause a multitude of conflicts, sparked the idea for this story. Lis herself being one of  the girls in the picture.   This novel is a intriguing tale of racism, politics, murder, cover-ups and so much more.  While Lisa (the book's main character) is now a grown woman with a title of Federal Prosecutor, she still wonders about much of her childhood. When her estranged father, a retired FBI, calls her out of the blue to assist him on a case, Lisa has quite a few reservations.  There are more questions than answers...  A man, convicted years before, for a murder he may not have committed; a black and white photo of two little girls on the day that murder happened, and many unanswered questions divulge a mystery you will not be able to resist.  Once in, you will bite, hook, line and sinker.   How much of this plot is reality or fiction.... is for you to find out. Characters in the story will jump out at you as you remember events of the past. At the end find out how the author came to write Snap Shot.  A fun question and answer time with Lis and her father, along with a Reading Group Guide.  I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and had a very hard time putting it down!  I received this book from Book Sneeze in exchange for my honest opinion. 
theupsidedownreader More than 1 year ago
So the plot in this book was really well done. I always wanted to read it, it kept me turning the pages! The only bad thing in it was a slight reference to sexuality, but I honestly think you'd have to be a public schooler to understand it. I think Wiehl was trying to show that the characters mentioned in this dialogue weren't Christians. This book isn't too graphic, too violent, it's just the right bowl of porridge (I hope some you get that reference). So yea! I highly recommend it! 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Five stars reviewers but each with a peculiar text font a capital A out of context as a sentence divider?