Don't start Gregg Hurwitz’s new novel Trust No One at the end of a long day when you have to get up early the next morning. This is the only warning you'll get.
Hurwitz is a good writer, dependable for action and intrigue. I’ve read his novels and his comic books and I always find myself flipping through the pages until I reach the end of the story. I loved last year's offering, The Crime Writer, which, like Trust No One, is a standalone novel. His Tim Rackley books are great, but I really enjoy the way Hurwitz can twist characters and plots till you're not sure who's doing what to whom. Or sometime what's really at stake.
In this book, there are a lot of things at stake. The main character is woken up in the middle of the night by a Secret Service team that yanks him away. He doesn’t know what’s going on and the event immediately reminds him of the last time he crossed paths with the Secret Service.
Nineteen years ago, at the tender age of seventeen, Nick Horrigan was forced to leave town or be arrested for the murder of his stepfather, a decorated Secret Service agent. Nick’s own father was irresponsible and left the family, but Nick idolized him anyway. In a few short chapters, though, Hurwitz makes us care a lot about his stepfather.
Past and present converge in an explosive encounter that leaves one man dead with Nick holding the murder weapon. The action picks up even from this breathtaking beginning and glued me to the pages. The first night I admit that I started the book late. I should have known better. I read until I went blind that night, simply couldn’t make out any of the words on the page anymore.
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