Someone Knows

Someone Knows

Adult mystery
The mystery fans among you, my readers, are in luck. This
review and the next three will be of spine chillers of the best sort.
I have been indulging in one of my favorite nonguilty pleasures. I
hope I can entice you to join me.
"Nobody tells you that you'll do things when you're young that
are so stupid, so unbelievably stupid, so horifically stupid that
years later you won't be able to believe it. You'll be on your
laptop, or reading a book or pumping gas, and you'll find yourself
shaking your head because you'll be thinking no, no, no, I didn't do
that, I was not a part of that, it could not have happened."
Except that it did. In Lisa Scottoline's Someone Knows the
participants in a teen experience (those who lived to not tell about
it) are living the nightmare twenty years later.
Allie had existed in the shadow of Jill, the sister who had died
a year earlier of cystic fibrosis. With her mother falling apart and
her father focussed on making Jill's death not in vain she was pretty
much isolated. Sasha was the popular mean girl whose career parents
were away more often than not. David was under immense pressure from
his father to be a sports star and to be straight. Julian was the
spoiled scion of an ultrarich family who was obsessed with lust for
Sasha.
The discovery of a gun buried in the woods near their homes
brought this foursome into an uneasy pact to keep everyone else from
learning their secret...
...but you know about teens and secrets. Sasha invited a
newcomer, Kyle, to one of their meetings. Julian said Kyle must prove
himself by playing Russian roulette. There wasn't supposed to be a
bullet in the chamber...
...but...you guessed it.
Exactly twenty years after the incident David commits suicide.
Allie believes his death is related to the incident. This time she's
willing to reveal the long buried truth.
But someone will stop at nothing to keep this from happening.
On a purrrsonal note, in our last post Tobago revealed that we were
in the middle of a scary storm. We lost electricity for hours.
(101,000 Maine households lost power). Luckily I only lost 25 minutes
of zoom statistics. The second half was really fun. Craig was going
over some stuff people had questions on. He was asking us lots of
questions. I was answering a lot and feeling like, hey, I understand
this stuff. This morning I was in a zoom meeting. We were asked who
wanted to be on a subcommittee. Right after I said I will Tobago
popped up and said meow. "Well we have Jules and her cat." I have no
idea what I'll do this weekend. I have my duffle bag packed in case
Eugene and I are going to camp. Luckily Emily delivered a book fix
big enough for even camp. (Jules)
The big scary storm is over. (Tobago).
A great big shout out goes out to my stats professor, Craig, and my
personal bookmobile driver, Emily.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway


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