Readers soon realize that the title of this thriller has a
double meaning. Rick Hoffman has come back to the house he grew up in, a money
pit of a 1903 Queen Anne house that has been on the market for months with only
one offer, so lowball that the realtor didn’t even acknowledge it.
Rick, a former investigative reporter who’s just lost his
job as editor of a slick metropolitan magazine called BACK BAY, is in need of
some fixing up himself. Unemployed, uncoupled (his ex-fiancée has moved on) and
basically unmoored, Rick latches on to the idea of fixing the house up with the
help of his next-door neighbor and then selling it for seven figures.
And then he finds the money in the wall.
What happens next sends Rick on a journey he never expected
and shows him a side of his law-abiding lawyer father he never suspected
existed. Leonard (Lenny) Hoffman looms large in the narrative even though as
the story opens, he’s lying in a long-term care nursing home, a stroke patient
unable to speak. He is able to communicate though, and his message to Rick is
clear. Let sleeping Benjamins lie. But Rick used to be a reporter and old
habits die hard.
This book is written in a cinematic way that keeps the
action moving at a brisk clip. The plot keeps opening out and getting more and
more sinister with each revelation that Rick uncovers. And along the way there
are old girlfriends, former neighbors, and a whole lot of people who have been
keeping a couple of really dirty secrets.
I can’t say it wasn’t a little formulaic and there were
elements that were kind of predictable, but honestly—if you read a lot of
thrillers, it’s harder and harder for a writer to surprise you. It’s enough
that this book entertains.
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