Simply Lies: A Psychological Thriller

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A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy. Please, make it Arlene. Here’s the thing, and it’s a little different but I was told to call and run it past you.” Not only does the arms dealer not exist but the murder victim turns out to be Harry Langhorne, a man with mob ties who used to be in Witness Protection. What’s more, no one named Arlene Robinson works at ProEye.

She snagged a flashlight from her van, because, as large as the house was, it would be dark in some places, regardless of the light outside. Gibson hefted her three-year-old son, Tommy, who had been doing his best to use his mom as a jungle gym, and placed him on her thrust-out right hip. It was only eleven in the morning and she was already exhausted. Gibson walked over to one section of shelves to look at a large vase placed there when she felt something on her ankles. She set Tommy down and threw the soiled footwear into the trash can. She washed her face, trying not to look at the gunk that was sliding off her and down into the sink because it was making her want to vomit. She dried off, then she sat on the toilet, holding Tommy, and finished her long overdue urination. Fourth, the settings are barely described and add very little to the story--which is a shame because I would have liked to have learned more about the James River area of Virginia.It took me a little while to drop my sense of logic and really get into this book. However, once I did get into it, I was in it for the long haul. younger than he was, lived there until 1998. She was a hundred when she passed away. And the place had fallen into disrepair. Must have cost a fortune to keep up.”

This is quite a convoluted story with plenty of twists and turns that keep the reader guessing. At times the plot seems totally implausible but Baldacci manages to pull it all together. Thanks. I don’t believe we’ve spoken before,” said Gibson as she bit into her cookie and took another sip of her tea. There was a large dining room fully, if incompatibly, outfitted with Baroque pieces and a Chippendale sideboard. Gibson had become something of an expert about such things while hunting the assets of the rich and shifty over the last couple years. On the walls were oil paintings mostly consisting of colonial scenery and waterfront landscapes. She didn’t think they were originals, There’s an old mansion near Smithfield, Virginia, on the James River, that went into foreclosure. That’s why they thought of you, because you’re in the area.” Gibson had been across the Bay Bridge-Tunnel a few times and had never cared for the experience. It was over seventeen miles long, with artificial islands built along the route, and the bridge seemed to disappear right into the middle of the bay where the road entered the tunnels. It was like the highway was executing a suicidal dive into the water, taking all traffic with it.Gibson was thinking that doing a little field work would be a welcome change from staring at a computer screen for the next few hours. And bonuses were always nice. She would have to call her parents and hope they could come over. She had their calendar and she brought it up on her screen. Okay, they have no doctor appointments today. That’s a miracle. Gibson took out her iPad from her bag and turned on the video feature. She had no idea of the floor plan here, but since the place was nearly as large as a small shopping mall, this was not going to be a single afternoon’s worth of work. She started in the foyer, where there were two suits of armor standing about eight feet tall and still looking dwarfed by the immense space. She punched her flashlight on and adjusted the beam so it was concentrated. Her other hand rested on the butt of her Beretta. Four steps in she saw the source of the sound and airflow. A battery powered fan had been set on the floor within feet of the opening. She kept going. Well, time apparently caught up to Novak. Everything has now gone belly-up in the last couple of months.” However, when she arrives, she finds a dead body in a secret room and realizes she may have been set up. She finds a cryptic message left on the wall. The man, Harry, has ties with the mob and was previously in witness protection.

He hadn’t done it at her wedding, for reasons he had made clear to his daughter prior to Gibson’s walking down the aisle. Even though SIMPLY LIES was not as EPIC as The 6:20 Man, overall, was an entertaining read. You cannot go wrong with Baldacci—a big fan; he always surprises you! She’d gone to Temple University in Philly and been coached by the legendary Dawn Staley. Gibson had also been a theater major, and had been cast as the lead in a number of student productions at Temple. People thought she might make it to Broadway one day. He cleaned the bank accounts, ran off with his secretary, and left her with the bills. She lost the house, had to leave her job with the force, and moved to Williamsburg, VA, where her retired parents lived. David Baldacci has been writing since childhood, when his mother gave him a lined notebook in which to write down his stories. (Much later, when David thanked her for being the spark that ignited his writing career, she revealed that she’d given him the notebook to keep him quiet, "because every mom needs a break now and then.”)Third, technical descriptions are so vague that one is left wondering whether the author did any research. I learned nothing about how anything works, including information gathering via the internet and/or the “dark net.” Thuli Madonsela speaks about the importance of SA's political future in The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. The baby monitor was on the shelf. All she could hear right now was gentle breathing, and a series of small snores that she knew came from Tommy. She let out her own long breath and wondered if their usual one-hour nap timeline would hold today. The one predictable component of motherhood, she had found, was that no two days were ever alike. Grabbed this one up when I saw the author. David Baldacci never disappoints when it comes to a thriller. Here's the description of the book that is an enticement to read it: In this novel, Baldacci brings together two unique protagonists with deep intelligence and strengths; yet, at the same time real weaknesses and flaws that drive the storylines forward. As usual, his writing style was fluid and each chapter hummed along at a fast pace, most ending in a surprise cliffhanger that easily kept you intensely reading into the next one. There was no slowing down most of the time and he kept you fully immersed in the plotlines and twists and turns along the way. For me, this was a very enjoyable holiday weekend read.

Well, I’ve got three under the age of five at home, so I can definitely relate. And I knew you weren’t going to be painting anything red unless it’s a room in your house.” And it lets people work remotely, which is very nice.” “Yes it is. So, what can I do for you, Ms. Robinson?”Gibson said, “That part I know very well. It was before my time, but the firm has never forgotten it. It’s part of the company lore. They even tell it to you during orientation as a warning sign against complacency and not going the extra mile.” who made his money in railroad, timber, and mining. He owned a mansion in Colorado, a five-story town house in New York, and this place in Virginia. It’s on land where a British Lord built his home; it was later burned down during the Revolutionary War.” She added in a joking manner, “So there might be a ghost or two around.” All I needed to know going into Simply Lies was that it was written by David Baldacci. He is a prolific author who needs no introduction. I cannot get enough of his twisty tales and realistic characters. This is a stand-alone book, although I can see it being the beginning of a new series. She parked in front and got out. The only sound was the breeze and the occasional bird opening its beak in anticipation of the dawning springtime. The tree canopies were still relatively bare, and the gloomy sky did not provide much light in the afternoon. Just like his last novel, this is another change-up for Baldacci, focusing on decades old mystery / murder combination with two strongly intelligent women batting each other in a psychological, and personal one-on-one war. However, it is still the same Baldacci style thriller with a strong lead character being thrown into impossibly tough situations, and having to use her physical and intellectual prowess to investigate a murder, overcome strong adversaries along the way, and in this one, find a cool treasure.