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Right Behind You

byLisa Gardner

Hardcover | January 31, 2017

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Lisa Gardner's latest thriller following her runaway hit Find Her takes her wildly popular brand of suspense to new heights.

Eight years ago, Sharlah May Nash’s older brother beat their drunken father to death with a baseball bat in order to save both of their lives. Now thirteen years old, Sharlah has finally moved on. About to be adopted by retired FBI profiler Pierce Quincy and his partner, Rainie Conner, Sharlah loves one thing best about her new family: They are all experts on monsters.

Then the call comes in. A double murder at a local gas station, followed by reports of an armed suspect shooting his way through the wilds of Oregon. As Quincy and Rainie race to assist, they are forced to confront mounting evidence: The shooter may very well be Sharlah’s older brother, Telly Ray Nash, and it appears his killing spree has only just begun.

As the clock winds down on a massive hunt for Telly, Quincy and Rainie must answer two critical questions: Why after eight years has this young man started killing again? And what does this mean for Sharlah? Once upon a time, Sharlah’s big brother saved her life. Now, she has two questions of her own: Is her brother a hero or a killer? And how much will it cost her new family before they learn the final, shattering truth? Because as Sharlah knows all too well, the biggest danger is the one standing right behind you.
Lisa Gardner is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of twenty novels, including Look For Me, Right Behind You, Find Her, Crash & Burn, Fear Nothing, Touch & Go, Catch Me, and The Neighbor, which won the International Thriller of the Year Award. She lives with her family in New England.
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Title:Right Behind YouFormat:HardcoverDimensions:400 pages, 9.31 × 6.38 × 1.25 inPublished:January 31, 2017Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great suspense novel! Great character development and a thrilling story line. This is my third Gardner book I have gobbled up this summer! They are addicting!
Date published: 2018-08-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it So much detail went into this thriller and I absolutely loved it. Full of plot twists and cliffhangers.
Date published: 2018-07-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I could not put it down. Lisa Gardner does not write the kind of books where you start it, put it down and forget about it, only to pick it up a month later and finish. I ALWAYS finish her books in 3 days or less. It's so intense, it just pulls you right in, I highly recommend this book.
Date published: 2018-07-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely Loved this Book! Very thrilling book that kept you in suspense and wondering right until the end.
Date published: 2018-07-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent Book! Excellent murder mystery story as well as the relationship of family bonds. Every chapter ended with a cliffhanger. It was difficult to put down.
Date published: 2018-02-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fantastic! Started with Find Her, now I cant stop reading Lisa Gardner novels! She is amazing at keeping the reader on their toes throughout novels! Most definitely recommend her books!
Date published: 2018-02-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another Hit I have read almost every single Lisa Gardner book and have yet to find one that I dislike. this is another great compelling story about complicated family ties!
Date published: 2018-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Added to my collection I loved the book but haven't found any that I haven't liked from the author.
Date published: 2018-01-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great book with surprising twists! I loved this book. It was thrilling and exciting. Great page turner
Date published: 2018-01-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Right Behind You I absolutely loved it. I liked all the characters.
Date published: 2018-01-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Intriguing Page turning suspense and strong characters.
Date published: 2017-12-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really Good Very happy to have read the book
Date published: 2017-11-12
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Hard to get into.. This book sounded so interesting but I found it super difficult to get into. I kept wanting the plot to move on...but it mostly focused on procedural matters and repeated itself (we get it...it's her brother...we get it...she doesn't know him very well anymore..etc etc). If this book moved at a faster pace it would be worth it but I found myself not interested enough to keep reading.
Date published: 2017-11-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love this series Another great book by Lisa Gardner, she always keeps me guessing.
Date published: 2017-11-06
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Hard to put down #plumreview I enjoyed the characters and the story. It wasn’t predictable. I will read more in this series.
Date published: 2017-10-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Liked it This one kept me on the edge of my seat. I highly recommend this for anyone who likes the suspense genre.
Date published: 2017-06-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Suspenseful and fast-paced Another great novel by Lisa Gardner! Suspenseful and fast-paced from start to finish. Definitely recommend it
Date published: 2017-06-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love it Awesome novel, I would definitely recommend it to everyone, especially those who like some suspense and mystery
Date published: 2017-05-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great novel This is a great novel, I would recommend it to everyone.
Date published: 2017-05-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from What a story! An excellent addition to any library.
Date published: 2017-04-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Another great read from Lisa Gardner I have read everything by Lisa Gardner and with this one I was not disappointed. It has been 8 years since we heard from Quincy & Rainey and it was great to be brought up to date. Sometimes I feel that her characters are actual people, she is that good of a writer. Lets hope we do not have to wait long for another great read about this great crime fighting duo. #indigoemployee
Date published: 2017-04-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from unexpected twists Fast paced, gripping , with unexpected twists and turns. This is my first novel of Lisa Gardner but definitely not last. Although it's a FBI crime thriller but it is also an emotional story of sibling bonds that rooted strongly since childhood. Despite their lives and paths changed due to one traumatic night, they never stopped loving and caring each other. Something to enjoy on cold nights, snuggling into your warm blanket. I definitely enjoyed reading it.
Date published: 2017-04-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another great read One of my favorites from her. Great book
Date published: 2017-03-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! Another amazing book by Lisa Gardner! You won't be able to put it down
Date published: 2017-03-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A GR8 story of suspense "Right Behind You" features Pierce Quincy, an FBI profiler, his partner Raine Conner, and their soon to be adopted daughter Sharla, now 13. When she was 5 years old, her drunken father came after her and her 9 year old brother Telly with a knife; Telly killed their father (and it seems their mother as well). The children went into foster care, in separate homes, and three years ago Sharla was placed with Pierce and Raine; Sharla never had contact with her brother again. Now murders are happening in the town in which Pierce and Raine reside. First, Telly's foster parents are murdered, and then two apparent strangers are shot at a convenience store, and Telly has been blamed for these murders. Much of the book focuses on the hunt to find him. Along the way, questions arise as to whether he is guilty . . . and if he isn't, who committed these murders and why? The story is fast past and engaging. Those who enjoy police procedurals/thrillers should like this book very much.
Date published: 2017-03-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it The epitome of a page turner - you won't want to put it down! Great read!
Date published: 2017-02-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from So good I was pulled in during the prologue and just couldn't put it down after that
Date published: 2017-02-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Mysterious, Riveting, and Entertaining! Suspenseful, gripping and intense! In this new novel by Gardner, the beloved FBI profiler Quincy is back and this time his expertise is needed on a case that quickly unfolds to be much more sinister and premeditated than a simple spree killer. The writing is well done. The characters are troubled, guarded, secretive and complex. And the plot is a compelling, mysterious web of childhood violence, trauma, lies, abuse, corruption, greed and murder. Overall, this is a well-paced, riveting tale that gives an insightful look into the complexities of familial relationships, foster care and fugitive tracking, and also has some unexpected twists you won’t see coming.
Date published: 2017-01-31

Read from the Book

***This excerpt is from an advanced uncorrected copy proof*** Copyright © 2017 Lisa GardnerHad a family once.Father. Mother. Sister. Lived in our very own double-wide. Brown shag carpet. Dirty gold countertops. Peeling linoleum floors. Used to race my Hot Wheels down those food-splattered counter tops, double-loop through ramps of curling linoleum, then land in gritty piles of shag. Place was definitely a shit hole. But being a kid, I called it home.Mornings, wolfing down Cheerios, watching Scooby-Doo without any volume so I wouldn’t wake the ’rents. Getting my baby sister up, ready for school. Both of us staggering out the front door, backpacks nearly busting with books.Important to read. Someone told me that. Mom, Dad, grandparent, teacher? Don’t remember now, but somewhere I got the message. Book a day. Like an apple. So after school I headed off to the library, sister still in tow. Read some books, ’cause God knows we didn’t have any fruit.I liked Choose Your Own Adventures. Each scene had a cliffhanger ending, where you had to decide what would happen next. Turn left in the forbidden temple or turn right? Pick up the cursed treasure or walk on by? In the Choose Your Own Adventure books, you were always the one in control.Then I’d read Clifford the Big Red Dog to my little sis. Not old enough to read yet, she’d point and laugh at the pictures.Sometimes, the librarian would sneak us snacks. She’d say stuff like, Someone left behind their bag of chips. Would you like them? I’d say, Nah. She’d say, Go on, better you than me. Potato chips aren’t good for my girlish figure.Eventually my sister would grab the chips, eyes greedy. She was always hungry back then. We both were.After library, home.Sooner or later, always had to go home.My mom had this smile. When she was in the right mood, having a “good day,” oh, that smile. She’d ruffle my hair. Call me her little man. Say how proud she was of me. And hug me. Big, strong hugs, envelopes of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. I loved that smell. I loved the days my mother smiled.Sometimes, if things were going really well, she’d fix dinner. Spaghetti noodles with ketchup—that’ll leave a stain, she’d cry gaily, slurping up noodles. Ramen noodles with scrambled eggs—dinner for fifteen cents, now we’re living the dream, she’d declare. Or my favorite, Kraft macaroni and cheese—it’s the nuclear orange color that makes it special, she’d whisper.My little sister would giggle. She liked my mother in this mood. Who wouldn’t?Dad was usually at work. Bringing home the bacon. When he had a job. Gas station attendant. Night clerk. Warehouse stocker.Stay in school, he’d tell me, afternoons when we came home in time to watch him button up yet another grimy uniform. Fucking real world, he’d tell me. Fucking bosses.Then off he’d go. And my mom would appear from the hazy cloud of their bedroom to start dinner. Or the door would never open, and I’d get out a can opener instead. Chef Boyardee. Campbell’s soup. Baked beans.My sister and I didn’t talk those nights. We ate in silence. Then I’d read her more Clifford, or maybe we’d play Go Fish. Quiet games for quiet kids. My sister would fall asleep on the sofa. Then I’d pick her up, carry her off to bed. “Sorry,” she’d say sleepily, though neither of us knew what she was apologizing for.Had a family once. Father. Mother. Sister.But then the father worked less and less and drank more and more. And the mother . . . Dunno. Drugs, booze, her own foggy mind? Parental units appeared less and less to cook, clean, work. More and more to fight, scream, yell. Mom, hurling plastic plates across the kitchen. Dad, punching a hole through the cheap drywall. Then both would guzzle more vodka and do the whole thing all over again.Sister took to sleeping in my room, while I sat by the door. ’Cause sometimes, the parents had guests over. Other boozers, druggies, losers. Then all bets were off. Three, four, five in the morning. Locked doorknob rattling, strange voices crooning, “Hey, little kids, come out and play with us. . . .”My sister didn’t giggle anymore. She slept with the light on, ragged copy of Clifford clutched in her hands.While I kept watch with a baseball bat balanced across my knees. Then, morning. House finally quiet. Strangers passed out on the floor. As we crept around them, stealing into the kitchen for the Cheerios box, then grabbing our backpacks and tiptoeing out the door.Rinse, spin, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Had a family once.But then the father drank or shot up or snorted too much. And the mom—envelopes of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume—started to scream and scream and scream. While my sister and I watched wide-eyed from the sofa.“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” the father yelled. Scream. Scream. Scream.“Fucking bitch! What’s wrong with you?” Scream. Scream. Scream.“I said, SHUT UP!”Kitchen knife. Big one. Butcher knife, like from a slasher film. Did she grab it? Did he? Don’t remember who had it first. Can only tell you who had it last.My father. Raising the knife up. Bringing the knife down. Then my mother wasn’t screaming anymore.“Shit!”My father, turning to my sister and me. Bloody knife, drip, drip, drip. And I knew then, what he’d do next.“Run,” I told my little sister as I dragged her off the sofa, shoved her toward the hall.The shag carpet slowed him down. But the peeling linoleum tripped us up. As we raced through the double-wide, silent in our terror, I passed my sister, scooped her up, little legs still churning through the air.I could hear him, right behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, already picture the blade slicing between my bony shoulder blades. I threw my sister into my bedroom.“Lock the door!”Then sprinting down the hall, my father and his bloody knife close behind.I bolted into my parents’ bedroom. Leapt onto the bed. “Fucking kid. Stay still, stay still, stay still.”Knife going up, knife going down. Shredding the bedding. Tearing into the mattress.I jumped down the other side. Grabbed anything I could find from the top of the bureau. Empty wine bottles, beer cans, perfume. Hurled them into my father’s beet-red face.“Shit shit shit.”Then, as he staggered, I jumped back over the bed, whirling around him. I heard the slash of the knife. Felt the burning pain in my shoulder. But then I was clear, hammering down the hall. If I could make it out the front door, into the yard, cry for the neighbors . . .And leave my little sister behind?Then she was there. Standing in my bedroom doorway. Holding out the baseball bat.I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the wooden bat. I raced into the family room, turning at the last second, assuming the proper stance.My father. Wild eyes. Flushed face. Lights on, I thought, but no one home.He raised the bloody knife.I swung with all my might. Felt the connection, a solid, wet smack, as I knocked it out of the park. My father, falling down, down, down, knife dropping into the carpet.And still I swung the bat. Bam. Bam. Bam. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.My little sister, suddenly appearing beside me. “Telly, Telly, Telly.”Myself, looking up. Wild eyes. Flushed face. Lights on but no one home.“Telly!” my baby sister cried one last time. As I lifted the bat. Had a family.Once. Sheriff Shelly Atkins wasn’t supposed to be in the law enforcement business anymore. Ten years after a fire had left her torso and upper shoulder a ropey mess of scars, not to mention ruined her hip, she’d hung up her hat, so to speak. Taking up an anonymous benefactor’s offer of a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Paris (retired FBI agent Pierce Quincy, she remained certain), she’d initially salved herwounds with French crepes, French wine, and French museums.Then she came home. Set herself up with a steady schedule of walking the beach, hiking the woods, keeping herself busy. Her replaced hip did best when in motion, the soreness of an active day far better than the knifing ache of idleness. And roaming the great outdoors, she was less likely to remember. A woman with her number of scars was definitely best off not remembering.Then two years ago, the sitting county sheriff, an outsider whom the locals had never quite taken to, had resigned abruptly. Some whispers of impropriety, but nothing the DA could prove. Either way, the county found itself sheriff-less. And Shelly . . .She wasn’t a beautiful woman. Not even pretty, and that was before the fire had turned half her body into a Picasso painting. She had the solid build of a plow horse and the kind of no-nonsense face that invited men to talk to her at bars while still eyeing the prettier girl three seats down.She had no family, no children, not even a pet goldfish, because she was never entirely certain she wouldn’t take off again.Basically, eight years after the fire had nearly killed her, Shelly had managed to add nothing and no one to her life. Mostly, she missed her job like hell. Not to mention the people she’d once worked with.So she’d run for sheriff. And given that she was still remembered as something of a hometown hero for saving a federal agent from that fire, the locals had enthusiastically voted her back into office, bum hip, scarred torso, and all.Which meant, Shelly reminded herself now as she drove, lights flashing, that she had only herself to blame. A report of shots fired this time of year? Not good for the local sheriff, nor the business leaders who counted on the quaint coastal town’s sleepy reputation to remain, well, sleepy.Hour was still early, just after eight, which argued for either cranky good old boys who were still half-skunked from their excesses the night before, or disillusioned tourists who’d finally figured out that camping in a heat wave wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Normally, August in these parts wasn’t so bad, especially with the ocean breeze helping keep temperatures reasonable. But the mercury had been topping a hundred for the past five days and bringing tempers with it.In a rural community of five thousand, where the number of guns probably did outnumber the total population, maybe a report of shots fired had been only a matter of time. Dispatch had provided the address, a gas station/convenience store at the edge of town, and Shelly had personally taken charge. Both her deputies had already logged overtime working the normal summertime nuisance calls, so she felt it was the least she could do. And while she wasn’t happy about gunshots in her town, she wasn’t terribly concerned. Overall, Bakersville, Oregon, was most famous for its cheese, trees, and ocean breeze. Sure, it also had a growing meth problem, but policing in these parts was hardly big-city stress.Headed north, having already made it through the blink-or-you’ll-miss-it downtown, Shelly was approaching the county’s biggest claim to fame: the cheese factory. Even with lights flashing, she had to blare her horn to weave her way through the thick line of RVs and campers already stacked up, waiting to turn into the parking lot. Given the already hotter-than-hell morning, most of the tourists were probably planning on ice cream for breakfast. When she completed this call, Shelly might join them. Community policing. Eat ice cream, mingle with locals. Sounded like a plan to her.North of the factory, traffic died down and Shelly picked up speed. Road was narrower here, winding through sharp bends as it twisted its way along the rocky coast. Then, five miles after a turn-in for yet another campground, Shelly arrived at her location: the EZ Gas.Shelly swung in, killing the lights while appraising the scene. She saw one truck parked in front of the twin gas pumps, a battered Ford that had seen better days. Otherwise the place appeared quiet. Shelly got on her radio, alerted dispatch that she’d arrived. Then, picking up her broad-brimmed hat from the seat beside her, she placed it on her head and climbed out of her white sheriff’s SUV.First thing that struck her: the absence of sound. That, much as anything, set her nerves on edge. In a hot hazy August, when the local businesses were as busy as they were gonna get, the quiet here . . . It wasn’t a good kind of quiet. Shelly’s hand went to her holster. She automatically shifted her stance sideways, making herself less of a target, as she approached the front of the worn-looking convenience store.Smell hit her next. Coppery, thick. An odor even a small-town sheriff knew better than she would’ve liked.The faded red pickup, midnineties, was to her left, the open glass door to the small convenience store to her right. Shelly paused, considering. Vehicle appeared unoccupied, which left the store as the main area of concern. She moved closer to the exterior wall, bottom half blocked by giant coolers of ice, upper windows plastered with various posters advertising cheap beer. Hand still on her holster, she tucked herself beside the ice coolers and peered through the open door.Nothing to see. And again, nothing to hear. Not the ring of the cash register. Not the murmur of voices as the clerk rang up the sale from the truck owner. Just that smell. Thick and pungent in sweltering August heat.Then, a sound did reach her ears: soft, steady. The drone of flies. Lots and lots of flies.Shelly knew then what she’d be finding inside.

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Right Behind You“Gardner knows how to get the reader emotionally hooked into the story, and the police procedure elements of the novel shine....Gardner still knows how to surprise and tantalize. She's a master of the psychological thriller, so don't leave this one behind.”—Associated Press “Right Behind You...solidifies [Lisa Gardner’s] claim as the queen of psychological suspense.”—Providence Journal“Devilishly clever twists propel Gardner’s tale.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)“A long-awaited delight...and a thrilling escape.”—Booklist“Lisa Gardner...continues to raise the bar.”—Omnivoracious“The construction of Right Behind You is diabolically clever.”—Connecticut Post“Lisa Gardner had us all on the edge of our seats with 2016's Find Her, and now she's back to terrify us again.”—Bustle“From the captivating first sentence to the shocking conclusion, this is addictive reading entertainment at its finest.”—Brit & Co“Filled with gut-punching drama plus clever twists and turns, Gardner is once again delivering unparalleled suspense.”—RT Book ReviewsPraise for Lisa Gardner and Her Novels“For years Lisa Gardner has been one of the best in the thriller business, but Find Her is something new: taut psychological suspense, an intricate mystery, emotionally devastating, ultimately empowering—a novel that should not be missed.”—Harlan Coben "Lisa Gardner is one of my favorite authors. Her fast-paced and exciting novels twist when you expect a turn and turn when you expect a twist. I cannot recommend her more.”—Karin Slaughter“Lisa Gardner is the master of the psychological thriller....The world of the FBI, the terror of abduction and victim advocates blend into this tense...thriller.”—Associated Press“You'll read Find Her for its adrenaline-charged plot. You'll remember it for its insights into trauma and forgiveness.”—Oprah.com“A psychological thriller both chilling and emotional. Her narrative thrums with heart-pounding scenes and unexpected twists that have you furiously flipping pages.”—USA Today's Happy Ever After“Gardner doesn’t disappoint.”—Library Journal (starred review)“The line between mysteries and thrillers and so-called literary fiction has always been a thin one, but contemporary writers like Lisa Gardner make that sort of arbitrary distinction seem especially foolish....Find Her...is a taut, brilliantly constructed look at the same sort of horrific situation that powered Emma Donoghue’s Room.”—Connecticut Post“With labyrinthine twists and surprises on just about every turn of the page, Gardner has crafted a delight of a suspense novel.”—New York Journal of Books“Lisa Gardner delivers another gut-wrenching emotional thriller with her latest psychological tale, Crash & Burn....[Her] most unpredictable novel to date.”—Associated Press“Her most intriguing and complex novel to date....Only an author as talented as Gardner could make the book so intensely satisfying.”—The Huffington Post