Over the past two decades, Nick Horrigan has built a quiet, safe life for himself, living as much under the radar as possible. But all of that shatters when, in the middle of the night, a SWAT team bursts into his apartment, grabs him and drags him to a waiting helicopter. A terrorist— someone Nick has never heard of—has seized control of a nuclear reactor, threatening to blow it up. And the only person he’ll talk to is Nick, promising to tell Nick the 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. Acclaimed for years by both critics and his peers as one of the finest thriller writers today, Gregg Hurwitz has lived up to all the accolades and expectations with Trust No One, an electrifying and compelling novel that will be remembered for years to come.

< Gregg Hurwitz is the author of a number of critically acclaimed thrillers, including They’re Watching, The Crime Writer and Troubleshooting. International bestsellers, his novels have been finalists for several awards, including the Crime Writers of America Ian Fleming Steel Dagger and the ITW Best Novel of the Year awards. In addition to his novels, he has also written comic books and screenplays, developed television series for Warner Brothers and Lakeshore, published scholarly articles on Shakespeare, and is currently a consulting producer on ABC’s “V.” He has taught fiction at the University of Southern California and guest lectured for UCLA and Harvard. Hurwitz grew up in the Bay Area and earned his B.A. from Harvard and a master’s from Trinity College at Oxford. He lives in Los Angeles, California.<

"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< 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. Read Less