Too Close to Home

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Critically acclaimed and bestselling author Linwood Barclay brings terror closer than ever before in a stunning thriller in which murder strikes in the place we should feel safest of all….

In a quiet neighborhood, in the house next door, a family is brutally murdered for no apparent reason. You can’t help thinking, It could have been us. And you start to wonder: What if we’re next?

Promise Falls isn’t the kind of community where families are ...

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Critically acclaimed and bestselling author Linwood Barclay brings terror closer than ever before in a stunning thriller in which murder strikes in the place we should feel safest of all….

In a quiet neighborhood, in the house next door, a family is brutally murdered for no apparent reason. You can’t help thinking, It could have been us. And you start to wonder: What if we’re next?

Promise Falls isn’t the kind of community where families are shot to death in their own homes. But how well did Jim and Ellen Cutter really know their neighbors—or the darker secrets of their small town? They don’t have to look further than their own marriage to know that things aren’t always what they seem. Now the Cutters and their son, Derek, must face the unthinkable: that a murderer isn’t just stalking too close to home…but is inside it already.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Barclay knows how to put ordinary people into extraordinarily dangerous circumstances…. Readers will zip through it with delight.”—Publishers Weekly

"Affecting and effective . . .[Barclay] hit the international best-seller lists last year with his first thriller, No Time for Goodbye. Too Close to Home shows him in even better form.” —Wall Street Journal

“A terrifically fast-paced suspense story.” —Washington Post

“A gripping read.” —Booklist

Maureen Corrigan
Forget about complex characters or poetic atmosphere or smart social commentary; Linwood Barclay's Close to Home doesn't display any of those classy literary ambitions. It's simply a terrifically fast-paced suspense story with a tolerable amount of bloodshed.
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly

Barclay's latest novel about ordinary people in extraordinary peril is filled with complications and coincidences that in a less propulsive thriller would push readers past the boundary of credibility. Christopher Lane adds a needed layer of reality to the yarn, giving each character unique shadow and substance. The novel's hero is a grass cutter named (oddly enough) Cutter, whose neighbor, a hotshot lawyer, is murdered along with his family. Lane provides Cutter with the voice of an educated, clever guy operating beneath his potential and rounds out the book's other characters, too-Cutter's literary wife, his surly teenage son, a smarmy mayor, the arrogant dean of the local university and his Mafia-princess wife, a slow-talking mysterious stranger and assorted thugs and lawn-owners. A Bantam hardcover (Reviews, Aug. 11). (Dec.)

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Library Journal

How well do you really know the people in your life? That is the question addressed in Barclay's second stand-alone thriller after No Time for Goodbye. On a hot summer night, the Langley family is murdered in their home. There seems to be no motive for the crime, and the town where they live is shocked. Jim Cutter, their neighbor, is drawn into the investigation when his son is mistakenly arrested for the crime. Soon he discovers everyone has secrets, as they begin to bubble to the top. Jim has to find redemption, not only for his sins but also for those he loves most. This is a terrific read full of false leads and shady characters, offering an entertaining look into small-town life and the connections among people, both good and bad. Strongly recommended for most public libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ6/1/08.]
—Elizabeth Cornelius

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553590432
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/28/2009
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 264,646
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.98 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Linwood Barclay is a columnist for the Toronto Star. He is the author of several critically acclaimed novels, including No Time for Goodbye and Stone Rain. He lives near Toronto with his wife and has two grown children.

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Chapter One

The night they killed our neighbors, the Langleys, we never heard a thing.

It was warm and humid that evening, so we'd closed all the windows and had the air conditioner cranked up as high as it would go. Even at that, we couldn't get the temperature in the house much below 76. This was late July, and we'd been suffering through a heat wave the last week, the thermometer hitting mid-90s pretty much every day, except for Wednesday, when it hit 100. Even some rain early in the week had failed to break it. It wasn't getting much below the mid-80s even after the sun went down.

Normally, it being a Friday night, I might have stayed up a little later, even have been up when it happened, but I had to work Saturday. That rain had set me back with all the customers I do yard work for. So Ellen and I had packed it in pretty early, nine-thirty or so. Even if we'd been up, we'd probably have been watching TV, so it's pretty unlikely we'd have heard anything.

It's not like the Langleys' place is right next door. It's the first house in off the highway along our shared driveway. Once you pass their place, it's still another fifty or sixty yards or so before you get to our house. You can't see our place from the highway. Homes out here on the outskirts of Promise Falls in upstate New York have some space between them. You can see the Langleys' house up the lane, through the trees, but we never heard their parties, and if the racket I make tuning up lawn mowers ever bothered them, they never said anything about it.

I was up around six-thirty Saturday morning. Ellen, who didn't have to go into her job up at the college, stirred as I moved into a sitting position on the side of the bed.

"Sleep in," I said. "You don't have to get up." I stood up, wandered down to the foot of the bed, saw that the book Ellen had been reading before she'd turned out the light had fallen to the floor. It was just one of a stack of books on her bedside table. You have to do a lot of reading when you organize a college literary festival.

"It's okay," she mumbled resignedly, turning her face into the pillow and pulling the covers tighter. "I'll put some coffee on. You're just going to wake me up getting dressed anyway."

"Well," I said, "if you're already getting up, some eggs would be nice." Ellen said something into the pillow I couldn't hear, but it didn't sound friendly. I continued, "If I heard you correctly, that it's no trouble, does that mean you could fry up some bacon, too?"

She turned her head. "Is there a union for slaves? I want to sign up."

I got up and walked to the window, flipped open the blinds to let the early morning sun in.

"Oh God, make it go away," Ellen said. "Jesus, Jim, shut those."

"Looks like another hot one," I said, leaving the blinds open. "I was kind of hoping it might rain, then I'd have an excuse not to work today."

"Would it kill those people if their grass missed getting cut one week?" Ellen asked.

"They pay for a weekly service, hon," I said. "I'd rather work a Saturday than have to give them refunds."

Ellen had no comeback for that. We weren't quite living hand-to-mouth, but neither were we willing to throw money away. And a lawn service, especially in this part of the country, was definitely a seasonal business. You made your living from spring to fall, unless you diversified by putting a blade on the front of your pickup and clearing driveways in the winter. I'd been hunting for a used blade. The winters around here could be fierce. Couple of years back, over in Oswego, they had snow up to the first-floor roofs.

I'd only been running a lawn service for a couple of summers now, and I needed to find ways to make more money. It wasn't exactly my dream job, and it certainly wasn't what I wanted for myself when I was a young guy starting out, but it beat what I'd most recently left behind.

Ellen took a breath, let out a long sigh, and threw back the covers. She reached, reflexively, as she did occasionally, for where her pack of smokes used to be on the bedside table, but she'd quit the habit years ago, and there was nothing there. "Breakfast is coming, Your Majesty," she said. She reached down for the book on the floor and said, "I can't believe this was a bestseller. Hard to believe a novel about wheat isn't gripping. There's a reason they set a lot of books in cities, you know. There are people there. Characters."

I took a couple of steps toward the bathroom, winced, put my hand on my lower back.

"You okay?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I did something to myself yesterday, I was holding the weed whacker and turned funny or something."

"You're an old man in a young man's game, Jim," Ellen said, putting on her slippers and throwing on a housecoat.

"Thanks for reminding me," I said.

"I don't have to remind you. You've got your aching back for that." She shuffled out of the bedroom as I went into the bathroom to shave.

I took a look at myself in the mirror. I had some sunburn on my whiskered face. I'd been trying to remember to use sunscreen, wear a hat with a visor, but the day before, it got so hot I threw the hat in the truck at one point, and must have sweated the sunscreen clean off. I still didn't look too bad for forty-two, and as tired as I felt, I was probably in better shape than two years ago, when I spent most of my day sitting in an air-conditioned Grand Marquis, driving around Promise Falls, opening doors for an asshole, being a glorified gofer without an ounce of self-respect. Since then, I'd lost thirty pounds, I was gaining back upper-body strength I'd lost over the last decade, and I'd never slept better in my entire life. Coming home every night dead tired had a lot to do with that. Getting up in the morning, though, that could be a challenge. Like today.

By the time I came downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of bacon was wafting through the house and Ellen was pouring two cups of coffee. The Saturday edition of the Promise Falls Standard was on the kitchen table, rubber band already removed, so I could see the main headline.

"Your old friend's at it again," Ellen said, cracking some eggs into a bowl.

The headline read, "Mayor Rants at Single Moms' Home." And a drop headline, "Vows next time to 'bring cookies, not toss them.'"

"Oh Jesus," I said. "The guy never stops." I picked up the paper, read the first few paragraphs. Promise Falls's mayor, Randall Finley, had burst in unannounced Thursday night at a city-funded home where unwed moms can find support as they adjust to lives with newborns but no husbands. It was something the previous mayor fought for and got, and which Finley had always seen as a waste of taxpayer money. Although to be fair, Finley viewed almost everything as a waste of taxpayer money, except for his car and driver. And that was pretty much a necessity, given his talent for drinking to excess, and a DUI conviction a few years back.

Finley, the story suggested, had been touring around the city, dropping into a couple of bars after a city council meeting, and while passing the home ordered his driver—I was guessing that would be Lance Garrick, but the story didn't actually say—to stop. Finley walked up to the door and kept banging on it until the home supervisor, Gillian Metcalfe, opened up. She attempted to keep him out but the mayor forced his way in and started shouting, "Maybe if you girls had exercised a little restraint, you wouldn't be in the mess you are now!"

And then, according to reports from the young women living at the home, he threw up in the front hall.

"Even for Finley," I said to Ellen, "that's pretty impressive."

"You're feeling nostalgic," Ellen said. "You think he'd take you back?"

I was too tired to fire something back at her. I took a sip of my coffee and read further into the story. When reports began to circulate Friday morning about the mayor's behavior, he at first denied everything. It wasn't clear whether he was lying, or simply didn't remember. But by the afternoon, when presented with all the evidence against him, including the vomit-splattered front hall carpet runner that Gillian Metcalfe had taken down to city hall and left on the front steps, the mayor decided to revise his statement.

"I deeply regret," he said in a written release, not eager to face any media representatives in person, "my behavior last night at the Swanson House." It was named in honor of Helen Swanson, a late city councillor who had championed feminist causes. "I had had a particularly stressful session of council and may have had more refreshments afterwards than was prudent. I remain a strong supporter of Swanson House and offer my sincerest apologies. Next time I would hope to bring cookies rather than toss them."

"Pure Randy," I said. "Close with a joke. At least he didn't stick with trying to pretend it didn't happen. Must have been too many witnesses."

Ellen had three plates out, put three bacon strips and two fried eggs and a couple slices of toast on two of them, and brought them over to the kitchen table. I sat down and shoved some bacon into my mouth. It was salty and greasy and wonderfully delicious. "Mmmm," I said.

"This is why you keep me, isn't it?" she said. "For the breakfasts."

"Dinners are good, too," I said.

She reached over the paper, pulled out the lifestyles section. I took a sip of coffee, forkful of egg, bite of bacon, bite of toast. I had a good system going.

"You going to have to do a full day?" Ellen asked.

"I think we can be done a little after noon. The rain delayed everybody a day, but by the end of yesterday we were starting to catch up." We usually did seven to eight properties between eight in the morning and five in the afternoon and squeezed in the odd landscaping job when one came along. Ellen made more than I did with her job at the college, but we wouldn't have gotten by without my business. "Why?" I asked. "You got something in mind?"

Ellen shrugged. "I saw you the other day, looking at your paintings." There were a number of canvases, in various stages of completion, leaned up against the wall in the shed, gathering dust. When I didn't say anything, she added, "I wondered if you were thinking of getting back into it."
I shook my head. "Ancient history," I said. "I was just deciding whether to throw them into the truck and take them to the dump."

Ellen frowned. "Stop it," she said.

I used the last of my toast to mop up some egg yolk, popped it into my mouth, and dabbed at the corners of my mouth with a napkin. "Thanks, hon," I said, kissing the top of her head as I got up. "What are you going to do today?"

"Read," she said tiredly. "It's not like I have to read every writer who comes to the festival, but I at least need to know a bit about their work. You run into them at the cocktail parties, you have to be able to bluff your way through. Writers, honestly, a lot of them are really nice, but God they're needy. They need constant validation."

"No sign of my associate yet?" I asked as I took my plate to the sink.

"I think you'll have to wake him," Ellen said. "I thought the smell of bacon would do it. Tell him I saved him some and can do a couple eggs fast."

I went upstairs and stopped outside the door to my son's room. I rapped lightly on the closed door, then opened it about a foot, enough to see that he was under the covers, turned away from the door.

"Hey, Derek, wakey wakey, man," I said.

"I'm awake," Derek said.

Chapter Two

Derek kept facing the wall. "I don't think I can go today," he said. "I think I'm sick."

I opened the door wide and stepped into his room. It looked as it always did, as though a bomb had gone off. Heaps of clothes on the floor, half a dozen different pairs of sneakers, none matched up, scattered hither and yon, countless empty software and game boxes, a desk along one wall with not one but three computer monitors, two keypads, half a dozen different computer towers underneath, wires—connected and disconnected—all over the place. He was going to set the house on fire one day.

"What's wrong?" I said. Derek was legendary for feigning illness to get out of school, but he was less likely to pull that kind of stunt working for his father.

"I just feel off," he said.

Ellen passed by the door, heard a snippet of conversation, came in. "What's up?"

"Says he's sick," I said.

She moved past me, sat on the edge of Derek's bed, and tried to get her hand on his forehead, but he turned away so she couldn't get near him.

"Come on," she said. "Let me see if you've got a fever."

"I don't have a fever," he said, his face still hidden. "Can't I just feel out of it one day? And besides, it's fucking Saturday."

"And you got last Monday and half of Tuesday off because of rain," I reminded him. "Win some, lose some. We should be done by noon. We've just got the Simpsons, the Westlake place, and what's-her-name, the one with the cat that looks like a furry pig, who gave you the computer."

Here's the thing about Derek. He's a good kid, and I love him more than I can say, but sometimes he can be a royal pain in the ass. Finding creative ways to get out of his obligations is one of his talents. He hates school, and he hasn't always made the best choices. A few that immediately come to mind: a couple of years back, he and his pal Adam were setting off firecrackers in the dry grass behind the house. It hadn't rained in a month and one spark could have started a fire that would have burned our place down. I nearly wrung his neck. There was the time he went joyriding with a fifteen-year-old buddy who took out his father's MG—without permission and without a driver's license—and wrapped it around a tree. Thank God no one was hurt, except for the MG, of course. And there was the time he and another friend decided to explore the rooftop of the high school, scaling gutters like they were goddamn ninjas or something. Maybe, if all they'd done was hang out there, no one would have noticed, but they'd chosen to do sprints across the roof, then leapt off the edge and over an eight-foot gap to another wing of the school. It was a wonder they hadn't killed themselves.

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  • Posted November 10, 2008

    more from this reviewer

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    Very Exciting and Believable!

    This is the second book I have read by Barclay and I enjoyed both of them very much. He seems to be able to come up with a different thrilling storyline. And his themes are believable, you could imagine them happening, maybe even to you! I hated putting this book down and it was a fast read as well. If you want some thrills and chills, Too Close To Home is for you.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2008

    an A+ thriller

    great book could barely put it down. kept me on the edge on my seat, tons on suspense! both books ive read by this author have been GREAT. a must read, paints a vivid picture.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 30, 2011


    Great book .

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2015

    A very interesting book to say the least. I must say after readi

    A very interesting book to say the least. I must say after reading "No Time for Goodbye" prior to this (my first Barclay novel) I couldn't wait to dive into this one. It sounded even better, even more thrilling! I must say that this book did have some great suspense in a number of ways, but it just was too out there most of the time for me. The main story focuses on, of course, the murdered neighbors. We them slowly move away from that, almost completely for the entierty of the book. Almost nothing is brought up in regards to this murder. There are numerous side stories that come into play to fill in space, adding up to honestly nothing of importance to the main theme. The side stories make up the entire book after about chapter 10 or so. A good book, in all, a good ending that kind of come out of nowhere, but a good one. It was a really good book, just don't expect it to really focus on the murdered family much at all, as you will be waiting to see how they are connected to all these people, only to be disappointed. I'm glad I read it, and will certainly be looking into more of his stories, this one just strayed from the description almost entirely which was not expected. I would recommend to anyone who likes a mystery and enjoys Barclay's style of story telling like I do!  

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 26, 2011

    Highly recommended - a must read!!

    Linwood Barclay has become one of my favorite mystery writers. As with his other books this is a well written book that keeps you on the edge of your seat and keeps you turning to the next page. Barclay's writing style is engaging and he knows how to develop his characters. You will enjoy the Cutter family especially Jim Cutter. Barclay is a master in ejecting humor in his male characters and you will absolutely come to love them. My only disappointment is that I have read all of Mr. Barclay's book and I am anxiously waiting for a new one.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2015


    Male. Blue eyes. Black hair. <p> Rank:Bel(12 yrs old) <p> Appearence: Human- He wears a black shirt and cargo shorts. He is 4'9 and is skinny. Hair is always wild. Wolf: Small, but has a couriousity that leads him into trouble.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2015


    Name- Mappline but oes by maple. Age-13. Werewolf. Reank bel. Black hair with red natural highlights. Light white grey shes blind. Her wolf is a russet color, black paws and grey eyes. Personaily- shy and jumpy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2015

    Jackie's bio

    Gender: &male
    Age: 13. 14 in less than hald a year.
    Rank: Bel
    Persona: eh... meet him (I say eh... a lot.)
    Appearance: (human form) relatively long brown hair, covers his hazel eyes, slightly muscular, sarcastic smile, pale skin. (Wolf form) small and inconspicous brown pup, his eyes can go from a pale hazel-brown to a startling green when exited.
    Eh... lol will post better bio at some point.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2015

    Rory 'Roo' Campbell's Bio

    Name > Look up. ~_~<p>
    Age > Human~ Seventeen, Wolf- Three<p>
    Sex > &male<p>
    Sexuality > Gay. Don't Hate.<p>
    Personality > Stubborn, Caring, Sweet, Sassy, Funny<p>
    Rank > Grounder<p>
    Nickname > Roo. He is rarely called Rory. His mother nicknamed him after the Winnie The Pooh character he so loved.<p>
    Appearance > Human~ Broad shouldered, muscular, pale golden eyes, scar on his back shaped like a cross, pointed elfish ears. Auburn hair and freckled skin. Wolf~ A large, sharp-toothed wolf with brown fur and slitted yellow eyes. Very intimidating, but sweet if you get to know him.<p>
    Species > Werewolf. Duhhh.<p>
    Relationship Status > Single.<p>
    Crush > Not Yet.<p>
    Friends: Jason and Weiss. So far.<p>
    History > Ask. It's painful.<p>
    Usually Wears > A blue hoodie and basketball shorts, like an average straight jock. White converse.<p>
    Click the [x] now, fellas. &hearts

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2015

    Jason & jonathan



    Speicies: human

    Looks: full black hunting outfit gray eyes and black hair with a red streak going through it

    Persona: he is a lonely fellow after he found out his twin was a werewolf so he built walls and trust no one


    Same age

    Same look beside the hunting out fit his wolf form is an artic snow wolf

    Speicies werewolf

    Persona: he is a party maniac

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2015

    Karrai's bio update

    Name: Karrai age: Eight years (so she's basicly still a pup) human form: brown hair, blue eyes, white skin werewolf form: brown fur, glowing blue eyes, huge fangs personality: meeet meee

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2015

    Mistune's Bio

    Name: Mistune Myuke
    Age: 17
    Gender: She
    Rank: Grounder [warrior]
    Looks: [human] Mistune has long, white hair that stops at the small of her back. She will wear it down or in a braid. Mistune's eyes are two different colors, the right being a saphire blue and the other is a bright ember color. She is petite, but as a toned, lithe build. [Wolf] Mistune is a lithe, sleek black wolf with the same color eyes.
    Pesona: Respectful, Loyal, Protective, Passionate, Fierce, and Humble.
    Status: Single
    Crush: Nope.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2015

    &starf Alphess Alex & Reaper Wiess &starf

    Names~ Alexis Winter. Goes by Alex. &starf Wiess Winter.<p>Genders~ &female &starf &female<p>Ranks~ Alphess &starf Reaper.<p>Ages~ 18 &starf 18<p>Personalities~ Alex is always tough, and has carefully built walls. She distrusts many, but is a good leader. She's protective of her pack, and would do anything to protect them. &starf Wiess is more of the troublesome twin, and sometimes quite the trickster. She's the kind of girl who gets drunk, does something reckless, then gets kind of sensitive. She's a lot more defensive when she's drunk, and gets sarcastic. She has walls too.<p>Looks~ Alex is lanky but slightly curvy, with russet-colored ringlets and gray-green eyes tinged with orange when her emotions run high. When she's a wolf, she's an orange-eyed black shewolf the size of a Great Dane. She often wears jeans, a T-shirt, and boots. &starf Wiess has the same body shape as her twin, with silvery ringlets and gray-blue eyes. When she's in wolf form, she's a well-built Arctic Wolf with blue eyes. She often wears jeans, a T-shirt, and knee-high Converse.<p>Crushes/Relationships~ Nope.<p>Past~ Both of the twins hate talking about their past.<p>Other~ Alex sometimes gets a bit.....err..kill-crazy if someone threatens her or Wiess. Also, both girls are bi but only they know.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2014

    Awesome book!

    This is the second book I read by Linwood Barclay and once again he did a great job. Looking forward to reading the rest of his books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2014

    Involving reading

    Not as good as Trust a Your Eyes, but better than No a Time For Good-bye. Barclay has a real ear for self-deprecating comments and under statements in the interior monologues of his "underdog" characters, or in those characters who aren't believed or are underappreciated by others. This novel is scary, believable and, like the others, impossible to put down.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 10, 2014

    Enjoyed this book to the anticipated but surprised ending. The

    Enjoyed this book to the anticipated but surprised ending. The author is described as a Christian Fiction writer so if you don't want to read anything related to the genre style of the author, look elsewhere. Otherwise enjoy as most of us did.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2014

    I love Barclay's books - true page turners

    Barclay will keep you reading with twists in every chapter. I started with No Time For Goodbye and have loved every book by him. A murder next door prompts a family to bare its secrets. That is all I will reveal - enjoy!

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  • Posted May 3, 2013

    Don't Be Fooled!

    I felt that this book started out so slow that I almost put it down after 100 pages. Boy am I glad I stayed with it! Linwood Barclay know how to pick up the story so that the action carries you along like you are riding a wave. I couldn't put the book down!
    Well written, good story with many twists and turns. I have read several of Mr. Barclay's books and have stayed a true fan.

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  • Posted September 17, 2012

    Grabs you from the start This was the first book by Linwood Barc

    Grabs you from the start
    This was the first book by Linwood Barclay I have read, and I recommend it to anyone who likes a good thriller /mystery that really does keep you guessing &quot;whodunit&quot;. It is a fast,clean read that keeps you guessing, and just when you think you have figured out who the bad guy(s) is/are- Barclay slips in another twist and and a couple of turns. It appears that I have found another favorite author to add to my list.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2012

    Action, Action, and More Action!

    Very good book. Solid character connection, great plot. Enjoy reading.

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