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Need To Know

byKaren Cleveland

Paperback | January 23, 2018

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A chilling psychological thriller from a CIA insider: in hot pursuit of a Russian spy ring on U.S. soil, a CIA analyst uncovers a deadly secret that will test her loyalty to the agency--and to her family. The Expats meets The Americans meets The Girl Before.

     Vivian and Matt are a seemingly normal suburban couple, experiencing the same struggles as many North American families: juggling work and children, budgeting for a house in a decent school district. They're in love and life is good. Though Vivian can't share much about her CIA assignment with him, Matt has always been supportive, and his job as a software engineer allows him the flexibility needed to raise their four kids. But when she makes a startling discovery researching the CIA's Russian account, everything about her life and her marriage is cast in a new light--forcing her to make impossible and dangerous choices before she loses her job, her family and her life.
For the last eight years KAREN CLEVELAND has been a CIA analyst, regularly writing briefs for the U.S. President and other senior policymakers. She earned more than a dozen performance awards and graduated from the CIA's Advanced Analyst Program. While at the Agency, she spent six months on rotation to the FBI, working closely with a J...
Title:Need To KnowFormat:PaperbackDimensions:304 pages, 9.17 × 6.25 × 0.85 inPublished:January 23, 2018Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Needed more, but still good I wanted a book about a CIA analyst and Russian sleepers to be far more suspenseful and intense. I found Vivian to be a bit aloof and she was quick to put her career at risk to continue her relationship with her husband.. lame. Even the threats against her family and the run-ins with high-level Russian spies fell short and were basically all solved with a conversation. The epilogue hinted at more, but I’ll only be satisfied if there is a sequel and their worlds come crashing down.
Date published: 2018-06-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fairly Compelling Fairly compelling. Timely (real world and for fans of the TV series The Americans). Quick-paced and intense in moments. I got annoyed with the main character a few times - some interesting self-evaluation going on re: what would you do in certain circumstances. I was quite prepared to be disappointed in the end, but it was pretty stellar!
Date published: 2018-05-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome Such a great thriller that keeps you on your toes and wanting more. Unique perspective that is constantly questioning your beliefs and what is right vs. wrong. Super easy and quick read
Date published: 2018-04-30
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Lacking when it comes to intrigue and thrill This book is marketed as some kind of CIA spy thriller, written by a former agent. True, it's written by a former agent, but it's just anothe run-of-the-mill domestic drama that happens to involve the CIA a bit. It needed a lot less home life, a lot more action. Disappointing.
Date published: 2018-04-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Read Not a bad book. Lots of mystery and intrigue. Like the way the plot twists.
Date published: 2018-04-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Liked it Liked the tension and the Cold War intrigue between Russia and the u.s.
Date published: 2018-04-07
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Meh Need To Know has a good premise and decent pacing, but overall this left me flat. Vivian, the lead character is an experienced CIA analyst who discovers a shocking betrayal. But she doesn't seem to have ever read a spy thriller in her life and is much more accepting of surface appearances than I would expect.
Date published: 2018-04-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WOW! WOW! Just WOW! I can't express how much I loved this book. It was like my nightmares turned into a book. I was hooked right from the beginning. "Luckily" for me I had a sick day from work. I completed it in two nights and a day, which is fast for me because I'm a slow reader. This is by far my favorite book this year and definitely in my top 5. I'm hoping for more like this from Karen Cleveland!!! It was so suspenseful and I could relate to Vivian. What would I do if it was me and my family in her position?
Date published: 2018-04-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WOW! WOW! Just WOW! I can't express how much I loved this book. It was like my nightmares turned into a book. I was hooked right from the beginning. "Luckily" for me I had a sick day from work. I completed it in two nights and a day, which is fast for me because I'm a slow reader. This is by far my favorite book this year and definitely in my top 5. I'm hoping for more like this from Karen Cleveland!!! It was so suspenseful and I could relate to Vivian. What would I do if it was me and my family in her position?
Date published: 2018-04-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful!! "Need to Know" is a "NEED to Read"!!! Fantastic novel!!!
Date published: 2018-03-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Easy, quick read Nice and simple read, allowing me to finish the novel in under a week. While most of the twists and turns were fairly obvious and expected, the book still moved at an adequate pace and kept me reading. The best part of the novel - although not that shocking of a development -was the ending.
Date published: 2018-03-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wow Viv is a CIA analyst in for a huge shock when at work. She is left with confusion and doubts about who she trust. I enjoy spy thrillers and was not disappointed. Hoping for more installments featuring Vivian and Matt.
Date published: 2018-03-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from you will not put this down Great read and a shocking ending! the minute you start you will not be able to put it down
Date published: 2018-03-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A "Can't Put It Down" Book with the Perfect Amount of Twist The first book in a long time that I've read in only 2-3 sittings, in a weekend, even while sick! Couldn't put it down. The strong female protagonist AND female author are an added bonus. Just as you think you've got the ending figured out (after doubting and rethinking and doubting yourself some more...) BOOM! Sure hope there's a sequel!!
Date published: 2018-03-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Rollercoaster of a Novel Vivian, a CIA counterintelligence analyst, is working to uncover a highly secretive network of Russian sleeper agents. When she comes across a file of potential agents on a suspected handler's computer, she's hoping the pay off will come in the form of a promotion. She's shocked and horrified when she clicks open the file to see her husband Matt's photo, alongside four other faces, staring back at her. Is he really a Russian spy or has he been set up because she is getting too close to the truth? Vivian is an extremely relatable character, even if her situation is not. She struggles with her decisions but justifies them as being for the protection of her family, who she loves above all else. It's easy to sympathise with her as she expresses confusion over how much Matt is involved with the Russians. After almost ten years of marriage and four children, she questions everything she thought she knew about her husband, wondering if she can trust him or if she's being manipulated. Themes of suspicion, trust, loyalty, betrayal and deception are prevalent throughout the story. Need to Know is compulsive reading at its finest. Full of shocks and twists, this is a true rollercoaster of a novel, with intense edge of your seat excitement. Once I started reading, it was almost impossible to stop until I reached the electrifying conclusion. Highly recommended.
Date published: 2018-03-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Shocking Ending Great characters and a great plot. A good, suspenseful page-turner, glad I took a step outside my standard/comfort zone when I picked this book up.
Date published: 2018-02-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An absorbint store with a shocking ending Vivian, a CIA analyst, and her husband Matt live a quiet life with their four kids in Bethesda, Maryland, with Matt doing most of the household duties. When Vivian discovers information about Matt which she did not know she is rocked to her core. The author maintains a good pace in telling this story, and just when the story's resolution seems clear, the reader is faced with a shocking ending. I started this book in the morning at breakfast and finished it by 4 pm the same day. A GR8 read!
Date published: 2018-02-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from loved it Amazing read, I loved the characters and the plot!
Date published: 2018-02-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Beautiful Amazing read, I loved the characters and the plot!
Date published: 2018-02-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome read If you're looking for a spy/suspense page-turner then you need to read this novel. Exciting characters and sharp dialogue.
Date published: 2018-02-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pulled me right in I read this book in a day, mainly because I was waiting in a line at the vehicle license office, but I was so glad I had it with me! Gripping story, relatable characters...I had a few issues, but overall a great read.
Date published: 2018-02-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down! I was sucked in right away to this spy/suspense novel. Like another reviewer said, I could feel the main character's anxiety. I would not say it was predictable...unless you've read a ton of spy novels. I have read The Expats and am a fan of the TV show The Americans, and I agree that this book had elements of those. I absolutely enjoyed the nail-biting ride of this story. I also liked that the main character was a strong female.
Date published: 2018-02-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Need to know - Need to read!! Political thriller meets contemporary - I was emotionally invested by page 3!!
Date published: 2018-01-30
Rated 3 out of 5 by from YES NEED TO KNOW is beautifully written. Of course there are flaws, but it is amazing.
Date published: 2018-01-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyable I received an advanced copy of this book. It was a very quick read and I quite enjoyed it. As it typical to the genre, it was somewhat predictable but I thought it was well written. You could feel the anxiety of the main character. My understanding is the movie rights have already been sold and I look forward to seeing it if/when it comes out.
Date published: 2018-01-17
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I was reluctant to order this book but I did! I should have gone with my but feeling because a few pages into the story I was disappointed.
Date published: 2018-01-17
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok It was a good book, I did enjoy it
Date published: 2018-01-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from great book the plot is so interesting and i would recommend anyone who loves reading to read this book
Date published: 2018-01-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok Not as engaging as I had hoped. Received an arc.
Date published: 2018-01-03

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CHAPTER 1   “Bad news, Viv.”      I hear Matt’s voice, words anyone would dread, but a tone that’s reassuring. Light, apologetic. It’s something unfortunate, sure, but it’s manageable. Anything truly bad and his voice would be heavier. He’d use a complete sentence, a complete name. I have some bad news, Vivian.      I hold the phone to my ear with a raised shoulder, swivel my chair to the other side of the L-shaped desk, to the computer cen­tered under gray overhead bins. I guide the cursor to the owl-shaped icon on the screen and double-click. If it’s what I think it is—what I know it is—then I only have a bit longer at my desk.      “Ella?” I say. My gaze drifts to one of the crayon drawings tacked to the high cubicle walls with pushpins, a pop of color in this sea of gray.      “A hundred point eight.”      I close my eyes and take a deep breath. We’ve been expecting it. Half her class has been sick, falling like dominoes, so it was only a matter of time. Four-year-olds aren’t exactly the cleanliest bunch. But today? It had to happen today?      “Anything else?”      “Just the temp.” He pauses. “Sorry, Viv. She seemed fine when I dropped her off.”      I swallow past the tightening in my throat and nod, even though he can’t see me. Any other day and he’d pick her up. He can work from home, at least in theory. I can’t, and I used up all my leave when the twins were born. But he’s taking Caleb into the city for the latest round of medical appointments. I’ve been feeling guilty for weeks that I’ll have to miss it. And now I’ll be missing it and still using leave I don’t have.      “I’ll be there in an hour,” I say. The rules say we have an hour from the time they call. Factoring in the drive and the walk to my car—it’s in the outer reaches of Langley’s sprawling parking lots—that gives me about fifteen minutes to wrap up work for the day. Fifteen minutes less leave to add to my negative balance.      I glance at the clock in the corner of my screen—seven minutes past ten—and then my eyes shift to the Starbucks cup beside my right elbow, steam escaping from the hole in the plastic lid. I treated myself, a splurge in celebration of the long-awaited day, fuel for the tedious hours ahead. Precious minutes wasted in line that could have been spent digging through digital files. Should have stuck to the usual, the sputtering coffee maker that leaves grounds floating at the top of the mug.      “That’s what I told the school,” Matt says. “School” is actually our day care center, the place where our youngest three spend their days. But we’ve been calling it school since Luke was three months old. I’d read it could help ease the transition, lessen the guilt of leaving your baby for eight, ten hours a day. It didn’t, but old hab­its die hard, I guess.      There’s another pause, and I can hear Caleb babbling in the background. I listen, and I know that Matt’s listening, too. It’s like we’re conditioned to do so at this point. But it’s just vowel sounds. Still no consonants.      “I know today was supposed to be a big day . . . ,” Matt finally says, and trails off. I’m used to the trailing off, the evasive conversa­tions on my open line. I always assume someone’s listening in. The Russians. The Chinese. That’s part of the reason Matt’s the first one the school calls when there’s a problem. I’d rather him filter some of the kids’ personal details from the ears of our adversaries.      Call me paranoid, or just call me a CIA counterintelligence ana­lyst.      But really, that’s about all Matt knows. Not that I’ve been try­ing in vain to uncover a network of Russian sleeper agents. Or that I’ve developed a methodology for identifying people involved in the highly secretive program. Just that I’ve waited months for this day. That I’m about to find out if two years of hard work is going to pay off. And if I stand a chance at that promotion we desperately need.      “Yeah, well,” I say, moving my mouse back and forth, watching Athena load, the cursor in the shape of a timer. “Caleb’s appoint­ment is what’s important today.”      My eyes drift back to the cubicle wall, the bright crayon draw­ings. Ella’s, a picture of our family, stick arms and legs protruding straight from six round happy faces. Luke’s, a bit more sophisti­cated, a single person, thick jagged scribbles to color in hair and clothing and shoes. MOMMY, it says in big capital letters. From his superhero phase. It’s me, in a cape, hands on my hips, an S on my shirt. Supermommy.      There’s a familiar feeling in my chest, the pressure, the over­whelming urge to cry. Deep breaths, Viv. Deep breaths.      “The Maldives?” Matt says, and I feel the hint of a smile creep to my lips. He always does this, finds a way to make me smile when I need it most. I glance at the photograph of the two of us on the corner of my desk, my favorite from our wedding day, almost a decade ago. Both of us so happy, so young. We always talked about going somewhere exotic for our ten-year anniversary. It’s certainly not in the cards anymore. But it’s fun to dream. Fun and depressing at the same time.      “Bora Bora,” I say.      “I could live with that.” He hesitates, and in the gap I hear Caleb again. More vowel sounds. Aah-aah-aah. In my head, I’m calculat­ing the months Chase has already been making consonant sounds. I know I shouldn’t—all the doctors say I shouldn’t—but I am.      “Bora Bora?” I hear from behind me, faux-incredulous. I put my hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and turn. It’s Omar, my FBI counterpart, an amused expression on his face. “That one might be hard to justify, even for the Agency.” He breaks into a grin. Infectious as ever, it brings one to my own face, as well.      “What are you doing here?” I say, my hand still covering the mouthpiece. I can hear Caleb babbling in my ear. O’s this time. Ooh-ooh-ooh.      “Had a meeting with Peter.” He takes a step closer, perches on the edge of my desk. I can see the outline of his holster at his hip, through his T-shirt. “The timing may or may not have been a co­incidence.” He glances at my screen and the grin fades ever so slightly. “It was today, right? Ten a.m.?”      I look at my screen, dark, the cursor still in the shape of a timer. “It was today.” The babbling in my ear has gone quiet. I roll my chair so that I’m turned, just a touch, away from Omar and remove my hand from the mouthpiece. “Honey, I have to go. Omar’s here.”      “Tell him I said hi,” Matt says.      “Will do.”      “Love you.”      “Love you, too.” I set the phone down on its base and turn back to Omar, who’s still sitting on my desk, denim-clad legs out­stretched, feet crossed at the ankles. “Matt says hi,” I tell him.      “Aaah, so he’s the Bora Bora connection. Planning a vacation?” The grin’s back, full force.      “In theory,” I say with a half-hearted laugh. It sounds pathetic enough that I can feel color rise to my cheeks.      He looks at me for a moment longer, then thankfully down at his wrist. “All right, it’s ten-ten.” He uncrosses his ankles, crosses them the opposite way. Then leans forward, the excitement on his face unmistakable. “What have you got for me?”      Omar’s been doing this longer than I have. A decade, at least. He’s looking for the actual sleepers in the U.S., and I’m trying to uncover those running the cell. Neither of us has had any success. How he’s still so enthusiastic never fails to amaze me.      “Nothing yet. I haven’t even taken a look.” I nod at the screen, the program that’s still loading, then glance at the black-and-white photograph tacked to my cubicle wall, beside the kids’ drawings. Yury Yakov. Fleshy face, hard expression. A few more clicks and I’ll be inside his computer. I’ll be able to see what he sees, navigate around the way he does, pore through his files. And hopefully prove that he’s a Russian spy.      “Who are you and what have you done with my friend Vivian?” Omar asks with a smile.      He’s right. If it wasn’t for the line at Starbucks, I’d have logged in to the program at ten a.m. on the dot. I’d have had a few minutes to look around, at least. I shrug and gesture at the screen. “I’m try­ing.” Then I nod toward the phone. “But in any case, it’s going to have to wait. Ella’s sick. I need to go pick her up.”      He exhales dramatically. “Kids. Always the worst timing.”      Movement on the screen draws my attention, and I roll my chair closer. Athena’s finally loading. There are red banners on all sides, a slew of words, each signifying a different control, a different com­partment. The longer the string of text, the more classified. This one’s pretty darn long.      I click past one screen, then another. Each click is an acknowl­edgment. Yes, I know I’m accessing compartmented information. Yes, I know I can’t disclose it or I’ll go to jail for a very long time. Yes, yes, yes. Just get me to the information already.      “This is it,” Omar says. I remember he’s there and glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He’s looking away purposefully, stu­diously avoiding the screen, giving me privacy. “I feel it.”      “I hope so,” I murmur. And I do. But I’m nervous. This method­ology is a gamble. A big one. I built a profile for suspected handlers: educational institution, studies and degrees, banking centers, travel within Russia and abroad. Came up with an algorithm, identified five individuals who best fit the pattern. Likely candidates.      The first four turned out to be false leads, and now the pro­gram’s on the chopping block. Everything rests on Yury. Number five. The computer that was the hardest to break into, the one I had the most confidence in to begin with.      “And if it’s not,” Omar says, “you did something that no one else has been able to do. You got close.”      Targeting the handlers is a new approach. For years, the Bu­reau’s been trying to identify the sleepers themselves, but they’re so well assimilated it’s next to impossible. The cell is designed so that sleepers don’t have contact with anyone but their handler, and even that is minimal. And the Agency’s been focused on the ringleaders, the guys who oversee the handlers, the ones in Moscow with direct ties to the SVR, Russian intelligence.      “Close doesn’t count,” I say quietly. “You know that better than anyone.”      Around the time I started on the account, Omar was a hard- charging new agent. He’d proposed a new initiative, inviting en-trenched sleepers to “come in from the cold” and turn themselves in, in exchange for amnesty. His reasoning? There had to be at least a few sleepers who wanted to turn their covers into reality, and we might be able to learn enough from the turned sleepers to penetrate the network as a whole.      The plan was rolled out quietly, and within a week we had a walk- in, a man named Dmitri. Said he was a midlevel handler, told us information about the program that corroborated what we knew— handlers like himself were responsible for five sleepers each; he reported to a ringleader who was responsible for five handlers. A completely self- contained cell. That got our attention, for sure. Then came the outrageous claims, the information that was inconsistent with everything we knew to be true, and then he dis-appeared. Dmitri the Dangle, we called him after that.      That was the end of the program. The thought of publicly ad-mitting there were sleepers in the U.S., of admitting our inability to find them, was already barely palatable to Bureau seniors. Be-tween that and the potential for Russian manipulation— dangling double agents with false leads— Omar’s plan was roundly criticized, then rejected. We’ll be inundated with other Dmitris, they said. And with that, Omar’s once- promising career trajectory stalled. He fell into obscurity, plugging away, day after day, at a thankless, frustrating, impossible task.      The screen changes, and a little icon with Yury’s name appears. I always get a thrill out of this, seeing my targets’ names here, knowing we have a window into their digital lives, the information they think is private. As if on cue, Omar stands up. He knows about our efforts to target Yury. He’s one of a handful of Bureau agents read into the program—and its biggest cheerleader, the per­son who believes in the algorithm, and in me, more than anyone else. But still, he can’t access it directly.      “Call me tomorrow, okay?” he says.      “You got it,” I reply. He turns, and as soon as I see his back, heading away, I focus my attention on the screen. I double-click the icon and a red-bordered inset appears, displaying the contents of Yury’s laptop, a mirror image that I can comb through. I only have minutes until I need to leave. But it’s long enough for a peek.      The background is dark blue, dotted with bubbles of different sizes, in different shades of blue. There are icons lined up in four neat rows on one side, half of them folders. The file names are all in Cyrillic, characters that I recognize but can’t read—at least not well. I took a beginning Russian class years ago; then Luke arrived and I never went back. I know some basic phrases, recognize some words, but that’s about it. For the rest I rely on linguists or transla­tion software.      I open a few of the folders, then the text documents inside them. Page after page of dense Cyrillic text. I feel a wave of disap­pointment, one I know is nonsensical. It’s not like a Russian guy sitting on his computer in Moscow is going to be typing in English, keeping records in English, List of Deep-Cover Operatives in the United States. I know that what I’m looking for is encrypted. I’m just hop­ing to see some sort of clue, some sort of protected file, something with obvious encryption.      High-level penetrations over the years have told us that the iden­tities of the sleepers are known only to the handlers, that the names are stored electronically, locally. Not in Moscow, because the SVR—Russia’s powerful external intelligence service—fears moles within its own organization. Fears them so much that they’d rather risk los­ing sleepers than keep the names in Russia. And we know that if anything should happen to a handler, the ringleader would access the electronic files and contact Moscow for a decryption key, one part of a multilayer encryption protocol. We have the code from Moscow. We’ve just never had anything to decrypt.      The program’s airtight. We can’t break in. We don’t even know its true purpose, if there is one. It might just be passive collection, or it might be something more sinister. But since we know the head of the program reports to Putin himself, I tend to think it’s the latter—and that’s what keeps me up at night.      I keep scanning, my eyes drifting over each file, even though I’m not entirely sure what I’m looking for. And then I see a Cyrillic word I recognize. друзья. Friends. The last icon in the last row, a manila folder. I double-click and the folder opens into a list of five JPEG images, nothing more. My heart rate begins to accelerate. Five. There are five sleepers assigned to each handler; we know that from multiple sources. And there’s the title. Friends.      I click open the first image. It’s a headshot of a nondescript middle-aged man in round eyeglasses. A tingle of excitement runs through me. The sleepers are well assimilated. Invisible members of society, really. This could certainly be one of them.      Logic tells me not to get too excited; all our intelligence says the files on the sleepers are encrypted. But my gut tells me this is some­thing big.      I open the second. A woman, orange hair, bright blue eyes, wide smile. Another headshot, another potential sleeper. I stare at her. There’s a thought I’m trying to ignore, but can’t. These are just pictures. Nothing about their identities, nothing the ringleader could use to contact them.      But still. Friends. Pictures. So maybe Yury’s not the elusive han­dler I was hoping to uncover, the one the Agency devoted resources to finding. But could he be a recruiter? And these five people: They must be important. Targets, maybe?      I double-click the third image and a face appears on my screen. A headshot, close-up. So familiar, so expected—and yet not, be­cause it’s here, where it doesn’t belong. I blink at it, once, twice, my mind struggling to bridge what I’m seeing with what I’m seeing, what it means. Then I swear that time stops. Icy fingers close around my heart and squeeze, and all I can hear is the whoosh of blood in my ears.      I’m staring into the face of my husband.

Editorial Reviews

A New York Times Bestseller"Perhaps there will be two or three readers out there who manage to finish the first chapter of this terrific debut and put it down for more than an hour. But they'll be back. And they'll devour Need to Know like the rest of us, skipping lunch, losing sleep, turning pages until the end, where we're all left waiting for more." —John Grisham, #1 New York Times bestselling author"Prediction: If you read chapter one, you'll read chapter two. If you read chapter two, you'll miss dinner, stay up far too late and feel tired at work tomorrow. This is that kind of book. Superb." —Lee Child, #1 New York Times bestselling author"I raced through this gripping tale of domesticity and deceit. Cleveland deliciously ratchets up the tension at every turn. . . . You won't be able to put it down until the final, stunning page!" —Shari Lapena, New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door"Shaping up to be one of the year's biggest new thrillers." —Entertainment Weekly"Pulse-pounding." —O: The Oprah Magazine"This is a compelling debut about a timely issue. . . . Perfect for fans of Shari Lapena's thrillers and Chris Pavone's The Expats (2012), and for just about everyone who loves the thrill of finding themselves in a book that can't be put down." —Booklist, starred review "[A] pulse-hammering first novel. . . . This suspenseful espionage tale is a rousing Act 2 to the excitement of TVs The Americans and the novels of Chris Pavone." —Library Journal, starred review"The strength in Need to Know is how seamlessly Cleveland pairs the espionage aspect—complete with clandestine meetings on the proverbial park bench—with domestic life." —Associated Press"Karen Cleveland's Need to Know is a swift and sure-footed debut." —The Seattle Times "The Russia page-turner that should be on everyone's list." —New York Post"A nonstop thriller tapping into a hot mix of contemporary digital counterintelligence, old-school spying and ageless family drama." —Shelf Awareness"Need To Know is an impressive debut from an author who worked for the CIA and uses her personal experiences to pose an interesting moral dilemma. . . . It is an engaging, thoughtful domestic suspense thriller that builds to a satisfying finale with a twist."  —Daily Express (UK)"Thrillers don't get much more twisty and turny than this one. . . . If you don't mind staying up reading till 3 a.m., [Need to Know] is the one for you." —BBC"An early contender for next year's Gone Girl." —GQ (UK)"Cleveland deftly brings together old-school espionage and contemporary cyberwar in a novel that may well be the best fusion of the two to date." —The Sunday Times (UK)"So timely . . . Think of the perfect mix of Homeland and The Americans. . . . Need to Know needs to be read by all who relish spy novels. As entertaining as it is informative and as irresistible as it is impossible to put down." —Providence Journal"I am consumed with awe that this is a debut novel. Breathtaking, heart-pounding, it manages to be at once intimate and sweeping, characterful and plot-driven. Need to Know is a really astonishing achievement for any writer, let alone a first-time novelist. I love it!" —Louise Penny, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Chief Inspector Gamache Series"Karen Cleveland is the real deal—an exciting new voice in thrillers. Scarpetta would call her a friend." —Patricia Cornwell, #1 New York Times bestselling author "Heart-poundingly suspenseful and heart-wrenchingly insightful, Need to Know hums with authentic detail, crisp storytelling and characters that will long stay in your thoughts. A gripping thriller with real psychological depth." —JP Delaney, New York Times bestselling author of The Girl Before "Need to Know carves out a uniquely compelling space among thrillers: high-stakes international intrigue combined with high-drama domestic suspense. These richly overlapping layers of tensions create a fast-paced, relentlessly gripping read." —Chris Pavone, New York Times bestselling author of The Expats "Hold on tight! What a story, brilliantly told. An espionage thriller from deep within the heart of the CIA, told from a woman's point of view. More modern than tomorrow. Absolutely gripping." —Terry Hayes, author of I Am Pilgrim"First word to last, I needed to know! [A] timely dance of intrigue and deception. There are two female heroes here . . . the author, an actual CIA analyst, and the terrific protagonist she creates. One of my favorite espionage thrillers in a long time." —Julia Heaberlin, internationally bestselling author of Black-Eyed Susans