Senator Andrew Foster has it all: charm to spare, a loving wife, a beautiful daughter, and a fast-track career that will surely land him one day in the White House. And with the sudden resignation of the vice president, that track may have gotten a lot faster.
But there’s a problem.
There are people who know that Andy Foster’s charm can get the better of him, and they have bugged the Shelter Island bungalow where he is enjoying a midnight tryst with a beautiful campaign adviser. But all hell breaks loose when a man carrying an iron pipe comes crashing through the bedroom’s sliding glass door. Within seconds, the young woman lies bloodied, dead on the sheets, and Foster has fled in panic.
And it’s all on tape.
As momentum builds for Foster’s likely selection as the next vice president, the senator’s only hope of keeping his involvement with the murdered woman secret is to locate his blackmailers. But even they don’t have their hands on the devastating images. The man they used for the job has turned the tables and is blackmailing them.
All the while, Foster’s personal life is collapsing. His wife, Christine, senses that something is terribly wrong. Unhappy about their daughter’s living in a political fishbowl, Christine is also worried that she and her husband have drifted away from each other. Little does she know that power-hungry politicians and brutal gangsters are ready to rip her family utterly apart.
From the rarefied halls of Washington to the briny boardwalks of Brighton Beach, Richard Hawke pulls back the curtain to reveal what is taking place inside the hearts and minds of the powerful people we read about every day in the news. With House of Secrets, Hawke has delivered a pulse-pounding thriller that ignites the fatal mixture of politics, arrogance, and lust.
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|Release Date: 05-11-2010|
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House of Secrets
Christine Foster sat with her stepfather at the bar in Denver International Airport, her eyes trained on the hideous swirls of snow having their way with the terminal's large slanted windows. Her stepfather was watching them as well. For the better part of the past hour, Ben Turner had been digging his thumbnail into the label of his beer bottle, rendering it a shredded mess. Anyone watching the two would have thought that he was the one waiting to hear the status of his night flight from Denver to New York.
Ben looked up from his mutilation project. "Are you getting a signal?"
Christine's cell was pressed to her ear. The strap of her camera had ridden up on her neck, catching some of her hair. She twisted her body slightly on the barstool in a vain attempt to escape the music-Steely Dan's "Reeling in the Years"-pumping relentlessly from the low ceiling speakers. She ignored Ben's question as her husband's outgoing message gave over to the beep.
"Hi, honey," Christine said loudly. She bent further into her phone. "Mrs. Miniver here. I'm at the airport. It's my guess we're about to be officially socked in, but I haven't heard for sure yet. This snow is intense. If I come home with frostbite and you're all tanned and yummy, I'm going to kill you, I swear. You have been warned."
She aimed a smile over at her mother's husband. "Ben's here with me. We're getting plastered at the bar. You'd be so ashamed of me. Listen, I'll call you later when I know something. I hope your talk went well. I can't wait to see you. Mother sends her worst, ha ha."
As Christine tucked the phone back into her purse, Ben asked, "He wasn't there?"
Christine took a beat. The question w...