The Good Liar
Rio de Janeiro, BrazilRoger Leiland both hated and loved Brazil. On one hand, he'd grown up there professionally. The Trust, the organization he worked for, the one he was now in charge of, had planted him in Rio many years ago. He'd lived there under his alias, Paul Costa, posing as an American businessman selling vaccinations to the Brazilian government. Paul Costa had fallen in love with a woman named Marta and consequently had fallen in love with Brazil itself. But then Marta was gone, dead after a drive-by shooting on the Rodovia dos Lagos Highway. The shooting had left Paul Costa all but dead, too. The Trust had realized he was slipping and pulled him out. Sent him to Chicago, where he was like a walking corpse slowly coming back to life, strangely paralleling his research therethe Juliet Project. Eventually, he'd moved to NewYork where he took solace in the resilience of power instead of the tenuous comforts of love. He climbed the ladder at the Trust until he'd forged an entirely new existence at the top, all the while keeping his thumb squarely on the Juliet Project.
Now, his expertise was needed in Rio again. Technically, he could have sent someone else, but ... read full excerpt from The Good Liar ebook