He looks perfect, on paper. But everything about him is a lie.
Chris Brennan has an impeccable resume and his references check out. He is applying for a job as a high-school teacher. He’s ready to step in as assistant baseball coach, too. What could possibly go wrong?
Susan’s son is the star pitcher of his baseball team. But after the recent death of his dad, Susan fears that he is vulnerable to any new father figurefor better or for worse. . . Heather is a struggling single mother who wishes she could attend more of her son’s baseball gamesespecially since she suspects he’s being led down a dark path by one of his teammates. . .Mindy is a surgeon’s wife who fills her days with benefit luncheons and cocktails. She has no idea that her own husband and son are keeping deadly secrets that could rip their family apart.
At the center of all of these people is Chris Brennan. Why is he pretending to be someone else? What does he want? And how far will he go to get it?
“Scottoline is a virtuoso of suspense, fast action, and intricate plot.”The Washington Post
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About the Author
LISA SCOTTOLINE is a New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award-winning author of more than twenty-five novels, including Look Again, Save Me, Come Home, and Don't Go. She has 30 million copies of her books in print in the U.S., she has been published in thirty-five countries, and her thrillers have been optioned for television and film. Lisa also writes a weekly column with her daughter, Francesca Serritella, for The Philadelphia Inquirer, and those critically acclaimed stories have been adapted into a series of memoirs. She lives in the Philadelphia area.
Date of Birth:July 1, 1955
Place of Birth:Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Education:B.A., University of Pennsylvania, 1976; J.D., University of Pennsylvania Law School, 1981
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One Perfect Lie
By Lisa Scottoline
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2017 Smart Blonde, LLC
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Chris Brennan was applying for a teaching job at Central Valley High School, but he was a fraud. His resume was fake, and his identity completely phony. So far he'd fooled the personnel director, the assistant principal, and the chairperson of the Social Studies Department. This morning was his final interview, with the principal, Dr. Wendy McElroy. It was make-or-break.
Chris waited in her office, shifting in his chair, though he wasn't nervous. He'd already passed the state and federal criminal-background checks and filed a clear Sexual Misconduct/Abuse Disclosure Form, Child Abuse Clearance Form, and Arrest/Conviction Report & Certification Form. He knew what he was doing. He was perfect, on paper.
He'd scoped out the school and observed the male teachers, so he knew what to wear for the interview — a white oxford shirt, no tie, khaki Dockers, and Bass loafers bought from the outlets in town. He was six-foot-two, 216 pounds, and his wide-set blue eyes, broad cheekbones, and friendly smile qualified him as handsome in a suburban way. His hair was sandy brown, and he'd just gotten it cut at the local Supercuts. Everyone liked a clean-cut guy, and they tended to forget that appearances were deceiving.
His gaze took in Dr. McElroy's office. Sunlight spilled from a panel of windows behind the desk, which was shaped like an L of dark wood, its return stacked with forms, files, and binders labeled Keystone Exams, Lit & Alg 1. Stuffed bookshelves and black file cabinets lined the near wall, and on the far one hung framed diplomas from Penn State and West Chester University, a greaseboard calendar, and a poster that read DREAM MORE, COMPLAIN LESS. The desk held family photographs, pump bottles of Jergen's and Purell, and unopened correspondence next to a letter opener.
Chris's gaze lingered on the letter opener, its pointed blade gleaming in the sunlight. Out of nowhere, he flashed to a memory. No! the man had cried, his last word. Chris had stabbed the man in the throat, then yanked out the knife. Instantly a fan of blood had sprayed onto Chris, from residual pressure in the carotid. The knife must have served as a tamponade until he'd pulled it out, breaking the seal. It had been a rookie mistake, but he was young back then.
"Sorry I'm late," said a voice at the doorway, and Chris rose as Dr. McElroy entered the office on a knee scooter, which held up one of her legs bent at the knee, with a black orthopedic boot on her right foot.
"Hello, Dr. McElroy, I'm Chris Brennan. Need a hand?" Chris rose to help her but she scooted forward, waving him off. She looked like what he'd expected: a middle-aged professional with hooded blue eyes behind wire-rimmed bifocals and with a lean face framed by clipped gray hair and dangling silver earrings. She even had on a dress with a gray-and-pink print. Chris got why women with gray hair dressed in gray things. It looked good.
"Call me Wendy. I know this looks ridiculous. I had bunion surgery, and this is the way I have to get around."
"Does it hurt?"
"Only my dignity. Please sit down." Dr. McElroy rolled the scooter toward her desk with difficulty. The basket in front of the scooter held a tote bag stuffed with a laptop, files, and a quilted floral purse.
Chris sat back down, watching her struggle. He sensed she was proving a point, that she didn't need help, when she clearly did. People were funny. He had researched Dr. McElroy on social media and her faculty webpage, which had a bio and some photos. She'd taught Algebra for twelve years at CVHS and lived in nearby Vandenberg with her husband, David, and their Pembroke Welsh corgi, Bobo. Dr. McElroy's photo on her teacher webpage was from her younger days, like a permanent Throwback Thursday. Bobo's photo was current.
"Now you know why I'm late. It takes forever to get anywhere. I was home recuperating during your other interviews, that's why we're doing this now. Apologies about the inconvenience." Dr. McElroy parked the scooter next to her chair, picked up her purse and tote bag from the basket, and set them noisily on her desk.
"That's okay, it's not a problem."
Dr. McElroy left the scooter, hopped to her chair on one foot, then flopped into the seat. "Well done, me!"
"Agree," Chris said pleasantly.
"Bear with me another moment, please." Dr. McElroy pulled a smartphone from her purse and put it on her desk, then reached inside her tote bag and slid out a manila folder. She looked up at him with a flustered smile. "So. Chris. Welcome back to Central Valley. I hear you wowed them at your interviews. You have fans here, already."
"Great, it's mutual." Chris flashed a grin. The other teachers liked him, though everything they knew about him was a lie. They didn't even know his real name, which was Curt Abbott. In a week, when it was all over and he was gone, they'd wonder how he'd duped them. There would be shock and resentment. Some would want closure, others would want blood.
"Chris, let's not be formal, let's just talk, since you've done so well at your previous interviews, and as you know, we have to get this position filled, ASAP. Mary Merriman is the teacher you'd be replacing, and of course, we all understood her need to take care of her ailing father." Dr. McElroy sighed. "She's already up in Maine, but reachable by email or phone. She would be happy to help you in any way she can."
Whatever, Chris thought but didn't say. "That's great to know. How nice of her."
"Oh, she's a peach, Mary is. Even at her darkest hour, she's thinking of her students." Dr. McElroy brightened. "If I expedite your paperwork, I can get you in class this Thursday, when the sub leaves. Can you start that soon?"
"Yes, the sooner the better," Chris said, meaning it. He had a lot to do by next Tuesday, which was only a week away, and he couldn't start until he was in place at the school. It gave new meaning to the word deadline.
"I must warn you, you have big shoes to fill, in Mary. She's one of our most beloved teachers."
"I'm sure, but I'm up to the task." Chris tried to sound gung ho.
"Still it won't be easy for you, with the spring semester already well under way."
"Again, I can handle it. I spoke with the others about it and I'm up to speed on her syllabus and lesson plans."
"Okay, then." Dr. McElroy opened the manila folder, which contained a printout of Chris's job application, his fake resume, and his other bogus papers. "Chris, for starters, tell me about yourself. Where are you from?" "Mostly the Midwest, Indiana, but we moved around a lot. My dad was a sales rep for a plumbing-supply company, and his territory kept changing." Chris lied, excellently. In truth, he didn't remember his father or mother. He had grown up in the foster-care system outside of Dayton, Ohio.
Dr. McElroy glanced at the fake resume. "I see you went to Northwest College in Wyoming."
"Got your certification there, too?"
"Hmmm." Dr. McElroy paused. "Most of us went to local Pennsylvania schools. West Chester, Widener, Penn State."
"I understand." Chris had expected as much, which was why he'd picked Northwest College as his fraudulent alma mater. The odds of running into anyone here who had gone to college in Cody, Wyoming, were slim to none.
Dr. McElroy hesitated. "So, do you think you could fit in here?"
"Yes, of course. I fit in anywhere." Chris kept the irony from his tone. He'd already established his false identity with his neighbors, the local Dunkin' Donuts, Friendly's, and Wegman's, his persona as smoothly manufactured as the corporate brands with their bright logos, plastic key tags, and rewards programs.
"Where are you living?"
"I'm renting in a new development nearby. Valley Oaks, do you know it?"
"Yes, it's a nice one," Dr. McElroy answered, as he'd anticipated. Chris had picked Valley Oaks because it was close to the school, though there weren't many other decent choices. Central Valley was a small town in south-central Pennsylvania, known primarily for its outlet shopping. The factory store of every American manufacturer filled strip mall after strip mall, and the bargain-priced sprawl was bisected by the main drag, Central Valley Road. Also on Central Valley Road was Central Valley Dry Cleaners, Central Valley Lockshop, and Central Valley High School, evidence that the town had no imagination, which Chris took as a good sign. Because nobody here could ever imagine what he was up to.
Dr. McElroy lifted a graying eyebrow. "What brings you to Central Valley?"
"I wanted a change of scenery. My parents passed away five years ago, in a crash. A drunk driver hit their car head-on." Chris kept self-pity from his tone. He had taught himself that the key to evoking the sympathy was to not act sorry for yourself.
"Oh no! How horrible." Dr. McElroy's expression softened. "My condolences. I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thank you." Chris paused for dramatic effect.
"How about the rest of your family? Any brothers or sisters?"
"No, I was an only child. The silver lining is that I'm free to go anywhere I want. I came east because there are more teaching jobs and they're better-paying. Teachers here are rolling in dough, correct?" Dr. McElroy chuckled, as Chris knew she would. His starting salary would be $55,282. Of course it was unfair that teachers earned less than crooks, but life wasn't fair. If it were, Chris wouldn't be here, pretending to be somebody else.
"Why did you become a teacher, Chris?"
"I know it sounds corny but I love kids. You can really see the influence you have on them. My teachers shaped who I am, and I give them so much credit."
"I feel the same way." Dr. McElroy smiled briefly, then consulted the fake resume again. "You've taught Government before?"
"Yes." Chris was applying to fill the opening in AP Government, as well as the non-AP course Government & Economics and an elective, Criminal Justice, which was ironic. He had fabricated his experience teaching AP Government, familiarized himself with an AP Government textbook, and copied a syllabus from online, since the AP curriculum was nationally standardized. If they wanted to turn the public schools into chain stores, it worked for him.
"So, you enjoy teaching at the secondary level. Why?"
"The kids are so able, so communicative, and you see their personalities begin to form. Their identities, really, are shaping. They become adults." Chris heard the ring of truth in his own words, which helped his believability. He actually was interested in identity and the human psyche. Lately he'd been wondering who he was, when he wasn't impersonating someone.
"And why AP Government? What's interesting about AP Government to you?"
"Politics is fascinating, especially these days. It's something that kids see on TV and media, and they want to talk about it. The real issues engage them." Chris knew that engagement was a teacher buzzword, like grit. He'd picked up terms online, where there were so many teacher blogs, Facebook groups, and Twitter accounts that it seemed like the Internet was what engaged teachers.
"You know, Chris, I grew up in Central Valley. Ten years ago, this county was dairyland, but then the outlets came in and took over. They brought jobs, but we still have a mix of old and new, and you see that in town. There's been an Agway and a John Deere dealership for decades, but they're being squeezed out by a Starbucks."
"I see." Chris acted sad, but that worked for him too. He was relying on the fact that people here would be friendly, open-hearted, and above all, trusting.
"There's an unfortunate line between the haves and the have-nots, and it becomes obvious in junior year, which you will be teaching." Dr. McElroy paused. "The kids from the well-to-do families take the SATs and apply to college. The farm kids stay behind unless they get an athletic scholarship."
"Good to know," Chris said, trying to look interested.
"Tell me, how do you communicate with students, best?"
"Oh, one-on-one, definitely. Eye-to-eye, there's no substitute. I'm a friendly guy. I want to be accessible to them on email, social media, and such, but I believe in personal contact and mutual respect. That's why I coach, too."
"Oh, my, I forgot." Dr. McElroy frowned, then sifted through his file. "You're applying to fill our vacancy for an assistant baseball coach. Varsity."
"Yes." Chris had never coached before, but he was a naturally gifted athlete. He'd been going to indoor batting cages to get back in shape. His right shoulder ached. "I feel strongly that coaching is teaching, and vice versa. In other words, I'm always teaching, whether it's in the classroom or on the ball field. The setting doesn't matter, that's only about location."
"An insightful way to put it." Dr. McElroy pursed her lips. "As assistant baseball coach, you would report to Coach Hardwick. I must tell you, he doesn't keep assistants very long. His last one, well, moved on and wasn't replaced. Coach Hardwick likes to do it all himself, his own way. And he can be a man of few words."
"I look forward to meeting him." Chris had researched Coach Hardwick, evidently a well-known jerk. "I'm sure I can work with Coach Hardwick. He's an institution in regional high-school baseball, and the Central Valley Musketeers have one of the finest programs in the state."
"That's true." Dr. McElroy nodded, brightening. "Last year, several players were recruited for Division I and II."
"Yes, I know." Chris had already scouted the team online for his own purposes. He needed to befriend a quiet, insecure boy, most likely a kid with a troubled relationship to his father. Or better yet, a dead father. It was the same profile that a pedophile would use, but Chris was no pervert. His intent was to manipulate the boy, who was only the means to an end.
"So where do you see yourself in five years?"
"Oh, here, in Central Valley," Chris lied.
"Why here, though? Why us?" Dr. McElroy tilted her head, and Chris sensed he had to deliver on his answer.
"I love it here, and the rolling hills of Pennsylvania are a real thing. It's straight-up beautiful. I love the quiet setting and the small-town vibe." Chris leaned over, as if he were about to open his heart, when he wasn't even sure he had one. "But the truth is, I'm hoping to settle down here and raise a family. Central Valley just feels like home."
"Well, that sounds wonderful! I must say, you lived up to all of my expectations." Dr. McElroy smiled warmly and closed the file. "Congratulations, Chris, you've got the job! Let me be the first to welcome you to Central Valley High School."
"Terrific!" Chris extended his hand over the desk, flashing his most sincere grin.
It was time to set his plan in motion, commencing with step one.CHAPTER 2
Chris pulled into the Central Valley U-Haul dealership and parked his Jeep, a 2010 black Patriot. He slipped on a ball cap, got out of the car, and looked around. There were no other customers, which was why he'd come midmorning on a drizzly Wednesday. He didn't want any witnesses.
The U-Haul office was an orange-and-brown corrugated cube with a glass storefront, and two security cameras on its roofline aimed at the front door and the parking lot, mounted high enough that Chris's face would be hidden by the brim of his ball cap.
The dealership was smaller than the Ryder and Penske dealerships, but it had a storage facility out back, and the units were temperature- and humidity-controlled, making them the perfect place to store ammonium nitrate fertilizer, which was the main component of homemade IEDs, or improvised explosive devices, like an ANFO bomb.
Chris crossed to the lineup of gleaming white-and-orange pickups, cargo vans, and box trucks in several different lengths. The ten-foot box truck would be large enough to hold the fifty bags of fertilizer and the other equipment. If a ten-footer wasn't available, the fifteen-footer would do, though it was slower and its large size could attract attention.
Chris spotted only one ten-footer parked in the lot. According to the website, it was available next week, but he wasn't leaving anything to chance.
"Hello, sir, I'm Rick." A salesclerk came over in a green polo shirt with a logo patch and khaki pants.
"Hi, I'm Mike Jacobs. Nice to meet you." Chris extended a hand, and Rick shook it with a smile.
"How can I help you today?"
"I'm interested in the ten-footer." Chris gestured to the truck. "Is this the only one you have?"
"Yes. When do you need it?"
"Hmph." Chris paused, for show. "Let me think, today is Wednesday the thirteenth. I need it for Monday of next week, the eighteenth. Is it available?"
"I have to check and get you a rate quote. You know, you can check availability and reserve online with a credit card."
"I saw that, but I didn't want to reserve it online and send my nephew over to pick it up, only to find out that it's not available."
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You can always count on Lisa Scottoline to deliver a great story with wonderful characters and lots of twists and turns. Great book!
Another home run!
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She dialed this one in. Great promise in rhe beginning but then went south. Whole action sequence ridiculosly unbeluevable lackluster character development. And do not understand some of the killings. Waste of money. Had tforce myself to finish it.
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Outstanding!!!! Highly recommend. Warning: be prepared to lose sleep, because you won't be able to stop turning pages!!
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I really enjoy Lisa Scottoline books. The beginning of the book had me a bit disturbed until you keep reading and learn more about Chris.
Great twists, characters and plot! Couldn't put it down.
Written for a middle schooler.
Too short. I would have enjoyed seeing where they could have taken the story. I enjoyed reading this book.
This book was a page turner from the beginning, but then the pace picked up quickly and ended as a true page turner! I can hardly wait to pick up my next copy of her title and eventually read them all!
"One Perfect Lie" centers around a small town in Pennsylvania. Chris Brennan (not his real name) is entering the scene with an upcoming deadline and taking a job as a teacher and coach- but why? What is he looking for? And why is he targeting three boys- Evan, Raz, and Justin? Told in mostly chapters of Chris's point-of-view, we also get chapters from each of the boys' mothers. Evan's family is wealthy and in the center of it all, but things may not be so golden as they appear when we enter his mother Mindy's life. Justin's mother Heather is working a blue collar job and doing her best to make a home for her son, dedicating herself to being at home and making him healthy meals each night. Raz's mother Susan has been barely keeping herself and her two sons together since their father/her husband suddenly died the year before. While we slowly gather information about each of the families, plus what Chris is doing and why the deadline, we enter into some fascinating lives of their mothers. I was absolutely gripped by this book, and it felt really different than a lot of the thrillers I have read in the past. It's engaging, entertaining, and fast-paced- I couldn't put it down! I highly recommend for people who like thrillers, mysteries, and procedurals. Please note that I received a copy through a goodreads giveaway. All opinions are my own.
The major action scene was unbelievable. More suited to Mission Impossible, spoiled the major male character & love interest for me.
Read in two days. Could not stop reading.
I have read a few of her books. So far not one of her best.
One Perfect Lie by Lisa Scottoline November 2017 I received this digital ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This is the first book by this author which I've read. I have several on my TBR list so I was thrilled to be able to review this book. Right from the beginning of the story is becomes evident that despicable manipulative people exist. Chris Brennan appears to be a highly skilled con artist when he arrives with all the proper credentials for the position of AP Government and assistant varsity baseball coach at Central Valley High School. Well, things that appear too good to be true, usually are and this was no exception. As the story unravels, nothing is what is appears to be. There seems to be several characters trying to protect their "perfect lie." How do you know who to believe when lies start mixing in with truths? The characters are complex and troubled each with his/her own admirable, yet flawed, attempts to "fix" their perceived problems. Fast moving, suspenseful story with many twists and unexpected turns which keeps you guessing throughout the novel. Who are these people and what do they stand for? Chris Brennan's appearance is no coincidence so why is he there? So many questions that eventually get revealed once you complete the book! I look forward to reading more books by this author!
The minute I began OPL, I hadnt liked being inside Chris' head. I thought we were getting the criminal's pov. Anyway, didn't like his manipulative behavior and also all those twists. Couldn't care any less. I skim read quite a lot. Liked it way better when he was manipulative and criminal like. But didn't like this book. I didn't like those twists. They didn't make me go whoa, what? They made me go, nothing. :( So, in short I feel meh about this. :( Chris' attraction, then the mothers attraction. Anyway, didn't like this. It was all so misleading. It lost its effect by not being smooth in its transition. Special thanks to NetGalley and the Publishers for this review copy.
I have to admit that this was my first Lisa Scottoline novel. I believe it to be a standalone book although I do no she writes at least one series. This book is about Chris Brennan who is applying for a job as a high school government teacher and is ready to step in as an assistant baseball coach. However, everything about Chris Brennan is a lie. Raz is a high school pitcher so athletically talented that he's being recruited for a full-ride scholarship to a Division I college, with a future in major-league baseball. But Raz’s father died only a few months ago, leaving her son in a vulnerable place where any new father figure might influence him for good, or evil. Jordan is a shy young man, and his mother, Heather fears he is being lured down a dark path by one of his teammates. For at least the first half of the book, you are sucked in wondering what Chris’s story is all about. Then there is the big reveal and wow. It was not something that I was ready for. I felt as if I had been trying to solve a potential murder and got it all wrong. That’s what made this book so great. And that was only part of the suspense. This was a very well written book. There were a couple of times where she dwelled on an even and I said to myself, I wish she would get on with it. But largely the flow of the book was good. I received a copy of the book in exchange for my review which is my own.