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Using one forefinger I write on the bathroom mirror, drawing through the steamy condensation left by the shower. This morning's number is 442.Friday 56:
Four hundred forty-two days since the car accident that destroyed my family.
A blue-and-gray police car - Boston, not Linsdale - careens by us, blowing through the red light, siren wailing and blue lights ablaze. Our heads swivel as we follow the cruiser's progress. It's turned the corner, and is speeding away down Ardella Street. Toward my house? A silly reaction, since it's not like no one else lives around here, and my neighborhood is hardly off the beaten path. I'd be more worried if it were a firetruck.
An accused killer insists she's innocent of a heinous murder.
A grieving journalist surfaces from the wreckage of her shattered life.
Their unlikely alliance leads to a dangerous cat and mouse game that will leave you breathless.
Who can you trust when you can't trust yourself?
Trust Me is the chilling standalone novel of psychological suspense and manipulation that award-winning author and renowned investigative reporter Hank Phillippi Ryan was born to write.
Sounds like a page turner! I added you to the linky. Happy American Thanksgiving weekend!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a gripping story. Enjoy your current read!
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ReplyDeleteOooo! I love her books. This one sounds good. I hope you love it.
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