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"Over the past two decades, Nick Horrigan has built a quiet, safe life until, one night, a SWAT team bursts into his apartment, grabs him, and drags him to a waiting helicopter. A terrorist has seized control of a nuclear reactor, threatening to blow it up. And the only person he'll talk to is Nick." "When they come face-to-face, he promises to tell Nick the real truth behind the events that shattered his life twenty years ago." "At seventeen years old, Nick Horrigan made a deadly mistake - one that cost his stepfather his life, endangered his mother, and sent him into hiding for years. Now what Nick discovers in that nuclear plant leaves him with only two choices - to start running again, or to fight and finally uncover the secrets that have held him hostage all these years." As Nick peels back layer after layer of lies and deception, buffeted between the buried horrors of the past and the deadly intrigues of the present, he finds his own life - and the lives of nearly everyone he loves - at risk. And the only thing guiding him through this deadly labyrinth are his stepfather's dying words: Trust no one.

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Publishers Weekly

Hurwitz (Last Shot) blasts new life into a well-worn theme-the prominent politician trying to hide a dark incident from his past-in this intelligent thriller. Late one night, the Secret Service snatches 36-year-old Nick Horrigan, who's led a quiet life since making a fatal mistake in his teens, and whisks him to the San Onofre, Calif., nuclear plant. There a terrorist threatens to set off a bomb unless he can talk to Nick, who hasn't got the slightest idea why he's been summoned. After the terrorist gets his head blown off, Nick realizes this and subsequent events are connected to the death years earlier of his Secret Service agent stepfather. Working with his homeless pal, Homer, and his computer whiz ex-girlfriend, Induma, Nick pieces together a string of clues that point to a paternity case against either the U.S. president, Andrew Bilton, or Sen. Jasper Caruthers, Bilton's opponent in an upcoming election. While more astute readers may intuit the bad guy, Nick's ethical dilemmas, girlfriend dramas and sleuthing provide plenty of excitement. Author tour. (June)

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Library Journal

Hurwitz (The Crime Writer) tells the story of Nick Horrigan, a loner still trying to deal with the death of his Secret Service agent stepfather years earlier and his potential unwitting involvement in the murder. In the middle of the night, he is taken into custody by agents to a nuclear power plant to meet with a terrorist who refuses to speak with anyone but Nick. Before the terrorist is killed, he gives Nick information that draws him back into his stepfather's death as well as a possible political conspiracy related to the presidential campaign underway. Nick is forced to find people he can trust, while he attempts to learn who is watching him and whether the current crisis might be related to his stepfather's killing. VERDICT Using the first person, Hurwitz creates a protagonist who is intriguing and a mystery that is not completely revealed until the end. He keeps the reader guessing about the motives of nearly every character. This will definitely appeal to readers of David Baldacci, Lee Child, and Harlan Coben.—Joel W. Tscherne, Bryant & Stratton Coll., Cleveland


—Joel W. Tscherne
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Adult/High School

This stand-alone political thriller starts out with a bang. Nick is kidnapped from his Los Angeles apartment by government agents and airlifted to a nuclear facility where a terrorist is threatening massive destruction unless he talks to Nick. Alone. It all leads back to the murder of Nick's stepfather, Frank, years before. Frank was his role model, part of the Secret Service detail guarding then-Vice President Caruthers. He was that rare government agent who couldn't be bought. Nick was framed for the crime by the government. At 17, he was told he could either disappear or go to prison. After years of running, he is back in LA determined to solve the murder. There are too many twists and turns to number, but suffice it to say that Caruthers is now running for president, and the stakes are high. This is a thriller with heart, anchored by a realistic father-son relationship. Teens will identify with Nick's struggle to find his place in the world. While he always believed in Frank's code of conduct, until now he walked away when the going got tough and never trusted anyone enough to ask for help. Now Nick refuses to give up his investigation even in the face of threats and violence. And he learns to be honest with his mother and with an intriguing ex-girlfriend. Nick's personal journey will hook genre fans as surely as the fast pace, cutting-edge technology, and political machinations.-Angela Carstensen, Convent of the Sacred Heart, New York City

Kirkus Reviews
The stepson of a slain Secret Service agent sprints through a seven-day quest to solve a 17-year-old case. Hurwitz (The Crime Writer, 2007, etc.) might have subtitled this one Trust No Clue. He comes up with scores of them, all canny-a series of numbers, a wad of gum, a bone fragment embedded in a cheekbone, etc. All satisfy the reader, but most throw protagonist Nick Horrigan off track. At 17, Horrigan, sneaking out for a moonlight tryst with a diner waitress, disarms the alarm system to the home where he lives with his stepfather, Frank Durant, a Secret Service agent. Passion spent, Horrigan returns to find his father shot and dying. Seventeen years later, the case unsolved, Horrigan awakes as Secret Service agents storm his condo. They rush him to the site of a nuclear power plant that's been seized by a terrorist named Charlie, who demands to speak to Horrigan. The terrorist passes a key to Horrigan and warns Nick his life is at risk. Horrigan hands the man a phone provided by the service. The mobile explodes, blowing the man's head to bits. Horrigan subsequently learns that his stepfather knew the victim. Searching the man's home, Horrigan uncovers a knapsack stashed with $180,000 cash. To find the link between Charlie and his stepfather and to learn who killed his father, Horrigan enters a labyrinth where sharply drawn characters deal swift reversals. Nimble and persistent, Horrigan suspects the case ties to two men running for president-photos Nick comes across suggest the sitting president, a staunch family-values advocate, may have fathered a child out of wedlock. A confrontation with the chief executive at a national debate goes over the top, but Hurwitz recovers with one finalsurprising twist followed by a touching coda. In a briskly paced case that blends action with insight, Hurwitz puts the clues on the table, then plays the shell game with the reader and wins. First printing of 125,000. Agent: Lisa Erbach Vance/Aaron Priest Literary Agency
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"A performance worthy of applause...Hurwitz's carefully interwoven plot lines and taut writing, as well as his pulsing descriptions of Los Angeles, make for a deeply satisfying read..." —Kirkus (Starred Review) on The Crime Writer

"The plot has more twists and turns than Mulholland Drive...Hurwitz's insights about L.A. life sound knowing and are often ruefully funny...Crime fans looking for something different will love this one." —Booklist on The Crime Writer

 

"Hurwitz has the literary background to infuse his stories with an intelligence that is a welcome complement to the pulse-pounding action..." —Chicago Sun Times on Last Shot

 

"To open a new Gregg Hurwitz is to brace yourself for a bravura style and an out of the ordinary ride to an unexpected destination... TRUST NO ONE begins with a Hurwitz burst... It's at once completely contemporary and a classic quest." — Barbara Peters, Poisoned Pen Bookstore

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781423380870
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 6/23/2009
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Gregg Hurwitz
GREGG HURWITZ is the critically acclaimed, internationally best-selling author of eleven novels, most recently, They’re Watching and Trust No One. In addition, he is a screenwriter, consulting producer, and writer for the network television series V, and writes for Marvel Comics. He lives in Los Angeles.
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Chapter One

I snapped awake at 2:18 a.m., the bloodshot numerals staring at me from the nightstand. For years on end, I woke up at this exact time every night, regardless of what time zone I was in. But after seventeen years I had just started sleeping through the night. I had finally outrun the old fears. Or so I had convinced myself.

Remote sirens warbled in the night. At first I figured they were in my head, the sound track to the dream. But the distant wail got louder instead of fading. I hadn’t awakened on my own.

I ran through what I remembered from the previous evening—the presidential debate had closed out prime time, and after the commentariat finished yammering, I’d fallen asleep watching a high- speed chase on the news. A guy in a beat- to- shit Jeep Cherokee, hauling ass down the 405, a legion of black- and- whites drawn behind him like a parachute.

I blinked hard, inhaled, and looked around. Same Lemon Pledge scent of my third- floor condo. My sweat imprint on the sheets and pillow. Breeze rattling palm fronds against my balcony in the next room.

And a watery blue light undulating across the bedroom ceiling.

I sat up.

The TV, across the room on the steamer trunk, was off. But the distant sirens continued.

And then, along with the light on the ceiling, the sirens abruptly stopped.

I threw off the sheets and padded across the carpet, stepping over a discarded Sports Illustrated and sloughed- off dress shirts from the job I’d left a week ago. In my plaid pajama bottoms, I ventured into the all- purpose living room, heading for the balcony. The police lights had flickered through the locked sliding glass door. Halfway to it I froze.

A thick black nylon rope was dangling from the lip of the roof, its end coiled on my balcony. Motionless.

No longer groggy, I opened the sliding glass door and stepped silently out onto the balcony, rolling the screen shut behind me. My balcony with its Brady Bunch–orange tiles overlooked a narrow Santa Monica street populated by other generic apartment buildings. Streetlights were sporadic. I confronted the rope for a quiet moment, then looked around, expecting who knows what.

Bulky shadows of cars lined the gutters. An SUV was double-parked, blocking the street. No headlights, no dome light. Tinted windows. But a huff of smoke from the exhaust pipe. A sedan, dark and silent, wheeled around the turn and halted, idling behind the SUV.

Terror reached through seventeen years and set my nerves tingling.

I squinted to see if I could make out a police light bar mounted on either roof. In my peripheral vision, the tail of the rope twitched. The roof creaked. Before I had a chance to think, a spotlight blazed up from the SUV, blinding me. A zippering sound came from above, so piercing that my teeth vibrated. Then a dark form pendulumed down at me, two boots striking me in the chest. I left my feet, flying back through the screen, which ripped free almost soundlessly. I landed on my shoulder blades, hard, the wind knocked out of me. The black-clad figure, outfitted with a SWAT- like jumpsuit and an assault rifle, filled the screen frame with its bits of torn mesh. Even through the balaclava, the guy looked somehow sheepish—he hadn’t seen me beneath the overhang before he’d jumped.

"Shit," he said. "Sorry."

He’d made an expert landing, despite the collision, and was aiming the rifle at my face.

I guppied silently, a knot of cramped muscles still holding my lungs captive, and rolled to my side. He stepped astride me as I curled around the hot pain in my chest.

A hammering of boots in the hall matched my heartbeat, so forceful it jarred my vision, and then the front door flew directly at me, knocked from the hinges and dead bolt as if a hurricane had hit the other side. It skipped on end, landed flat on the carpet with a whump, and slid to within an inch of my nose.

As I writhed between the assailant’s boots, fear gave way to panic. Three men flipped me and proned me out, my face mashing carpet, my front tooth driving into my bottom lip. Gloved hands ran up my sides, checking my ankles, my crotch. More black- clad forms hurtled through the doorway, aiming assault rifles in all directions, a few men streaking off to the bedroom. I heard my folding closet doors slam back on their tracks, the shower curtain raked aside.

"Nick Horrigan? Are you Nick Horrigan?!"

My chest released, and I finally drew in a screeching breath. And another. I rolled onto my back, stared up at the one face not covered by a hood and goggles. Lean, serious features, a slender nose bent left from a break, gray hair shoved back from a side part. The salt- and- pepper stubble darkening the jaw matched neither the neat knot of the standard- issue red tie nor the high and tight haircut.

"Are you Nick Horrigan?"

I nodded, still fighting to draw in a proper breath. A warm, salty trickle ran from my split lip down my chin. The other men—fifteen of them?—had spread through the condo, dumping drawers, knifing open the couch cushions, overturning chairs. I heard flatware tumble onto the linoleum. My clock radio blared on—a jingle for antifungal ointment—and then I heard someone curse, and it abruptly cut off.

The gray- haired man frowned at me, then surveyed the others, radiating authority. "The hell’s the matter with him, Sever?"

"I hit him in the chest when I rappelled from the roof." A faint southern accent—Maryland or Virginia, maybe. The guy tugged off his hood, revealing a square face further accented by a military- looking flattop. He was much wider than the boss man crouching over me. Younger, too—probably in his mid- forties, though his creased tan aged him up a bit. His bearing suggested he was the alpha dog among the jumpsuits.

The boss returned his gaze to me. "Nick Horrigan, born 6/12/73? Son of Agent Frank Durant?"

"Stepson," I managed.

He shoved a photograph in my face. A man shown from the chest up, wearing a blue blazer and the scowl of the unphotogenic. A wide mouth and slack lips lent him a slightly wild quality. His blond hair was slicked back, the camera catching furrows left by the comb.

"What’s the last contact you had with this man?"

"I don’t know this guy," I said.

"Then you’ve been in phone or e-mail contact with him."

I caught a worm’s-eye view of a man with tactical goggles peering into the empty Cup o’ Noodles I’d left on the kitchen counter. The photo moved abruptly in front of my nose again. "I told you," I said. "I don’t know who the hell he is."

The boss grabbed my arms and tugged me to a sitting position. Over his shoulder I could see my framed Warner Bros. still, sitting shattered at the base of the wall. Yosemite Sam was looking back at me with an expression of matching bewilderment. Glancing down, I stared numbly at the bootsize red marks on my bare chest. "Who are you?" the man asked, pulling my focus back to him.

My voice still sounded tight. "You already know. I’m Nick Horrigan."

"No, I mean what do you do?"

"I just left a job at a charity group," I said.

One of the guys behind me guffawed.

Another appeared in the doorway of my bedroom, holding my now- empty nightstand drawer by the handle. "I got nothing."

The boss swiveled to face a guy wanding the kitchen with a magnetometer. The guy shook his head. "Sorry, Mr. Wydell."

"Okay." Wydell ran a hand through his gray hair. It fell back precisely into the side part. His exacting demeanor fit his professional bearing—the sole suit among rugged operators. "Okay. Get him a shirt."

A T-shirt flew from the vicinity of my bedroom, hitting me in the head.

"Put this on. Let’s go."

My Pac- Man shirt. Great. I tugged it on, and two guys hoisted me to my feet. Figuring I’d want ID wherever I was going, I grabbed my money clip from the kitchen counter and stuffed it into the floppy pocket of my drawstring pajama pants.

"Let’s go, let’s go," Wydell said. "You got sneakers, something?"

I stopped moving, and the two men commanding me to the door stumbled into me. "Can you please show me a badge?" I said, though I pretty much figured.

Wydell’s lips pinched. His hand darted behind his lapel, withdrew his commission book with its recessed badge. Hunched eagle and flag, rendered in gold. u.s. secret ser vice. His commission was behind plastic inside the leather book. joseph wydell, special agent in charge. He was from the Los Angeles Regional Office, which meant he wasn’t on the protection detail of a par tic u lar politician but oversaw general intelligence in Southern California. Why was the head of the Secret Ser vice L.A. office on site at a raid instead of waiting back in his air- conditioned office?

"What do you think I did?" I asked.

Someone handed him my sneakers, and he thumped them against my chest. I took them. He hustled me out into the hall, Sever in front of us, another agent behind, one at each side. They held the diamond formation as we barreled toward the stairs.

Mrs. Plotkin stood in her doorway in a white spa bathrobe, her copper hair heaped high, showing off white roots. She looked worried—one of her favorite expressions.

"Get back in your apartment, ma’am," Sever said, the accent more pronounced now.

We were approaching fast, but she held her ground. "Where are you taking him?"

"I’m okay, Evelyn," I said, wiping blood from my chin.

"What did he do?"

"Out of the way, now."

We reached her, and Sever straight- armed her back into her apartment. Her head snapped forward, and the glasses she wore around her neck on a beaded chain flew up, trailing her fall like the tail of a kite. As we whisked past, I caught a flash of her lying shocked on her fuzzy rug, glasses tangled in her hair, the door pressing against her side. It was just a shove, nothing drastic, but even a portion of a man’s strength applied brusquely to a woman in her sixties had a certain grotesqueness to it.

I tried to stop, but the agents propelled me forward.

"Hey," I said to Sever’s broad back, "let me at least make sure she’s okay."

The agents kept moving me along. No time for retorts or even threats. That scared me even more.

I stumbled down the stairs, trying to keep pace, nearly dropping my sneakers. The lobby was empty save the vinyl couches and smoky mirrors, and beyond, the street was lit up like day. Police cars, spotlights, men in dark suits talking into their wrists. A few spectators, hastily dressed, stood on the opposite sidewalk, straining on tiptoes, waiting to see who would emerge.

We burst through the doors and stopped. I hopped on one foot, then the other, pulling on my Pumas.

"Cut the goddamned spotlights," Wydell said. "This isn’t a fashion shoot." The spotlights clicked off with a bass echo, and suddenly the night was darker than it should have been. Wydell grabbed the arm of another agent. "Where is it?"

"Almost here."

"It needs to be here now."

I said, loudly, "Are you gonna tell me what the hell is going on?"

All of a sudden, a bass thrumming filled the night, as much a vibration as a sound, and then a Steven Spielberg glow came over the rooftops, turning the palms a fiery yellow. On the sidewalk a little girl white- knuckled her father’s hand, her mouth open in sleepy disbelief.

A Black Hawk loomed into view, massive and somehow futuristic in this context, on my street. The wind from the rotors buffeted the crowd, snapped at the bushes, pasted my clothes to me. Wydell’s tie pulled clear of his jacket and stood on end. The helicopter banked and set down magisterially on the asphalt. The spectators stared at me in expectation.

Wydell grabbed my arm in a vise grip and started moving me toward the The helicopter. The sight of that waiting Black Hawk finally broke me out of shock, or at least helped me catch up to myself, to what was happening. I jerked free. "Wait a minute. You can’t just take me. What’s happening here?"

I had to follow him closely to hear his words over the noise of the rotors.

He was shouting. "A terrorist has penetrated the nuclear power plant at San Onofre and is threatening to blow it up."

I felt a sudden hollowness at my core, that rushing emptiness I’d felt only twice before: clutching stupidly at Frank while he died and watching live footage as that second plane hit the tower.

"Okay," I said. "Jesus. But what’s that got to do with me?"

Wydell stopped, poised, one leg up on the skid of the chopper. "He says he’ll only talk to you."

Excerpted from Trust No One. by Gregg Hurwitz.

Copyright © 2009 by Gregg Hurwitz.

Published by St. Martin’s Press.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted August 17, 2009

    Trust No On by Gregg Hurwitz

    I am reading this book now and almost finished with it. It is so exciting. You really get involved with the characters. This is the first book I had read by this author. I intend to get all of his books. I love his writing. I hope he keep up the good work.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 8, 2011

    great

    it truly was a great book it had me at the edge of my seat and i couldnt put it down

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 1, 2011

    Pretty Good Read!

    These types of books are brain candy for me so I have a hard time giving it 4 stars, but it is 4 stars compared to other books in it's genre. I bought it because it was a $2.99 Nook Book and have recommended it to several people, so well done St. Martin's Press. Lower prices on Nook Books makes people read them regardless of their popularity and recommend them to friends to buy full price. I found it a good read actually. I've been reading the Reacher series by Lee Child and those are SO formulaic and predictable that this one was refreshing. Good characters, interesting premise and I was unsure about the mystery, which pleased me. I like the main character because he's just a regular guy, trying to stay out of trouble, with a messed up past that is no fault of his own. He gets dragged into something and gets pissed enough to figure out why. If you like thrillers, this one will satisfy you.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 15, 2009

    trust no one

    this is a great book, I liked the way the author wrote this book, once you pick this book up you just do not want to let go until you are done with it, just want to keep reading to see what is going to happen next until you find who the killer really is. Whoever loves the Bourne movies would love this book. Definately get this book you will not go wrong.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 4, 2011

    Don't Trust This Book Either

    Just finished this book, and this author's bio kind of says it all:

    "Bestselling author of eight novels, most recently, They¿re Watching, and Trust No One. In addition, he is a consulting producer and writer for the network television series V and writes for Marvel Comics. He lives in Los Angeles."

    The book was mildly entertaining, but it felt as though I was reading a comic book or a script for a TV show. The writing level is maybe 8th or 10th grade. The style telegraphs just about everything that will happen next. And it's preachy at times. Plus the author is so far behind in terms of technology in general and photography in particular (both play a role in the story at key points) as to stretch credence to its utmost limit. The book is mostly fluff, and this is not an author I'll be reading again. Can't really recommend this book, unless you just need a 300 page distraction.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 26, 2011

    A-MAZING!!!

    I only bought this book because B&N had it on sale for $2.99. I had never heard of this book or author but thought it wouldn't hurt to give it a try for the price. Plus it had some good reviews. WOW is all I have to say... this book started off throwing punches and never stopped!! If you like books that keep you turning pages and constantly thinking, this is the book for you!! I am now a fan of Gregg Hurwitz & hope his other books are just as exciting as this one!! READ IT... it's great!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2013

    Loved it!

    I couldn't put it down! A nice surprise twist to the end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 28, 2012

    GREG HURWITZ...ADDICTIVE..

    I started out with "They are watching" and I was hooked to this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2012

    Fantastic!

    This book kept me reading non stop! The more you read the more interesting the story gets. I highly recommed it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2012

    I loved this book!

    First Gregg Hurwitz book I have read and am ready to read more. I was quite surprised how good this free book was. My kind of book!

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  • Posted February 6, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    I Didn't Trust Anyone

    Late to the party on this one, I did want to add my two cents worth that this is a highly enjoyable novel. Now that time has passed, I can see that the author has some new novels to read, so I just might!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 14, 2011

    Good Read, Recommended

    Fascinating plot, liked the characters, enjoyed the action. Read it because I thoroughly enjoyed The Crime Writer. This author is good!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 25, 2011

    An entertaing read

    Possible spoiler alert. This book was entertaining enough. I find it annoying that the surprise twist is the same surprise twist that everyone else has in this type of story. The writing was adequate but not superb. The story was fairly good, but some conclusions reached after finding clues seemed to come out of his butt. He wasnt supposed to trust anyone, but told half a dozen people about what was happening. Was I entertained? Yes Will I read it again? Probably not. Will I even remember the author's name? Unlikely.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2011

    Just%2C+ok

    Good+premise+but+too+predictable.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    Good read

    I LIKED THE WAY HE TIED UP ALL THE LOOSE ENDS, i would read another book by him.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2013

    TRUST NO ONE??????????????

    You should trust your parents and your friends!!!!!


    You should trust your parents and your family or they will take you to your room!!!!!!! This story must be about about a child who trusts no one and gets in big trouble











    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2011

    So so

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  • Posted August 28, 2011

    I liked it

    Got a little confusing in parts....but I liked it.

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  • Posted August 1, 2011

    Great Summer Read

    Get ready for a great roller coaster ride by Mr. Hurwitz. Quick paced, keeps you guessing about some of the details all the way to the end.

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  • Posted July 20, 2011

    Great read

    This is the first time I read this author. I was not disappointed. I could not put this book down. Great read. Try it you,ll love it.

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