The Quiet Game by Greg IlesThe Quiet Game by Greg Iles

The Quiet Game

byGreg Iles

Paperback | July 1, 2000

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From the author of Mississippi Blood comes the first intelligent, gripping thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling Series. 

Natchez, Mississippi. Jewel of the South. City of old money and older sins. And childhood home of Houston prosecutor Penn Cage. 

In the aftermath of a personal tragedy, this is where Penn has returned for solitude. This is where he hopes to find peace. What he discovers instead is his own family trapped in a mystery buried for thirty years but never forgotten—the town’s darkest secret, now set to trap and destroy Penn as well.
Greg Iles is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Penn Cage series. His novels have been made into films, translated into more than twenty languages, and published in more than thirty-five countries worldwide.
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Title:The Quiet GameFormat:PaperbackDimensions:640 pages, 7.5 × 4.25 × 1.36 inPublished:July 1, 2000Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0451180429

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Spell Binding!! I'm hooked on Penn Cage and Greg Iles!! After reading this book, I can't get enough of these books - on to the next Penn Cage story!!
Date published: 2017-08-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Quiet Game This book kept me reading books by this author. The story was so engaging, I didn't want the book to end.
Date published: 2017-03-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read! Very engrossing read. Lots of action.
Date published: 2015-05-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Engrossing! It’s hard to fill 624 pages and keep the reader interested to the very end. Greg Iles has the ability to achieve this with a well crafted story of murder and settling of scores with those in power. With many smarmy characters along with action packed scenes, it is an engrossing read that will keep you turning the pages well into the night.
Date published: 2015-02-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Must read! I wasn't sure at first, but shortly after I was pulled right in. Now onto the next book in this series.
Date published: 2014-06-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just an awesome book I seriously could not stop reading. Incredible story, ordering the next one.
Date published: 2014-06-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Quiet Game Fabulous a five star rating for sure. The story line and plot kept you guessing. I could not put this book down. Highly recommended.
Date published: 2013-10-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Quiet Game Difficult to put down.
Date published: 2013-02-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from My new favourite So I am not really sure just who turned me on to the Penn Cage series by Greg Iles. If I did, I would give them a huge hug, because this series has turned out to be pretty amazing. The Quiet Game is the first book in the Penn Cage series and of course, I read it after I read the second book, The Turning Angel. Reading it second is probably why I didn't give it five stars as I was comparing it to the second book. If you haven't started this series yet, please read this one first. Don't read the books out-of-order as it really spoils them. The book is really, really raw. Penn Cage returns to his home town after the death of his wife to find out that his father is being blackmailed over a decades old mistake. It all revolves around the 1968 unsolved car bombing and murder of a member of Natchez's black community. As you can imagine, there was a fair bit of racial tension at the time of the murder, and now that Penn is digging into the case, the tension ratchets up once again. It seems that most people in the town know something, but aren't willing to talk for whatever reason. The case does get solved in the end, but it doesn't have the same resolution as one would suspect of a civil rights era murder case. Added to that, Penn doesn't investigate the case as a lawyer, even though he is a former prosecutor. He investigates it for both moral and personal reasons and it is refreshing to see a character struggle with his decision and trying to balance his need to help his father and his wish to protect his daughter at all costs. *Warning* Like most books that deal with civil rights era issues, the language in the book is strong and has definitely reflects the atmosphere of the situation.
Date published: 2011-12-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Explosive Truely a five star. Greg Iles can really put it together. Once I started this one I had trouble to put it down. My style to the last page. However, it did end a little to fast. I don't think Portman got what he deserved since he was using g-men to assasinate the various witnesses. I think I would have handled LIvy a bit diferently. I would have given Penn more backbone when it comes to her. An excellent read. Highly recommended.
Date published: 2011-07-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome What a great novel. The was never a dull moment in this book. It was very fast paced and I had a very hard time putting this book down. In true Greg Iles fashion it was full of sexual frustration and moral obligation. Truly a must read for suspense lovers.
Date published: 2008-02-02
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Dissapointed!!! Even though this book was a quick read, I expected more from it. There were a few too many twists and turns near the end that weren't necessary. Overall I would recommend it to people who want to get a feel for the racial tensions of the past and a lot of unpreditable sub-plots.
Date published: 2001-01-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from "If you like Grisham, you'll love Iles!" If you like Grisham, you'll love Iles! The Quiet Game is a legal thriller which at the same time tugs at your heart strings.Iles also informs his readers about the discord that occurred in 1960's America between blacks and whites. Overall, a very good read. Pick it up!
Date published: 2001-01-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Quiet Game Out Grisham's Grisham with a touch of James Lee Burke for added flavor! What a great two day read! This out did his other three books and I can't wait to read his latest '24 Hours'.
Date published: 2000-11-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Hard to put down Why haven't I heard of Greg Isles before now? I have some serious reading to catch up on with his previous books. Not being a regular reader, I had no idea how I would make it through the 550+ pages of this book. That question was soon answered as I jumped into reading this head first. If they would bring this story to the Silver Screen, John Grisham would have some HUGE competition.
Date published: 2000-09-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Stunning! This book is an amazing and thrilling page-turner. It's a seism of intrigue. Greg Iles has written a marvelous story that embodies law, order, politics and Southern charm. Just when you think it's over, the truth comes out and leaves you stunned! Great book! Great reading!
Date published: 2000-09-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Quiet Game A very captivating story. It grabs you straight away and helps you to gradually understand the personalities of the characters as they are depicted in the life of the south, in the era of the civil rights movement. A mystery murder takes priority in the written part of the book, however, it is not without romance and suggestion. A strong demonstration of the "power of family" tugs at you throughout, and you begin to wonder if the author may have meant to challenge your own sense of beliefs - morally. An interesting story, a good read.
Date published: 2000-08-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Quiet Game A very captivating story. It grabs you straight away and helps you to gradually understand the personalities of the characters as they are depicted in the life of the south, in the era of the civil rights movement. A mystery murder takes priority in the written part of the book, however, it is not without romance and suggestion. A strong demonstration of the "power of family" tugs at you throughout, and you begin to wonder if the author may have meant to challenge your own sense of beliefs - morally. An interesting story, a good read.
Date published: 2000-08-17

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CHAPTER 1I am standing in line for Walt Disney’s It’s a Small World ride, holding my four-year-old daughter in my arms, trying to entertain her as the serpentine line of parents and children moves slowly toward the flat-bottomed boats emerging from the grotto to the music of an endless audio loop. Suddenly Annie jerks taut in my arms and points into the crowd.“Daddy! I saw Mama! Hurry!”I do not look. I don’t ask where. I don’t because Annie’s mother died seven months ago. I stand motionless in the line, looking just like everyone else except for the hot tears that have begun to sting my eyes.Annie keeps pointing into the crowd, becoming more and more agitated. Even in Disney World, where periodic meltdowns are common, her fit draws stares. Clutching her struggling body against mine, I work my way back through the line, which sends her into outright panic. The green metal chutes double back upon themselves to create the illusion of a short queue for prospective riders. I push past countless staring families, finally reaching the relative openness between the Carousel and Dumbo.Holding Annie tighter, I rock and turn in slow circles as I did to calm her when she was an infant. A streaming mass of teenagers breaks around us like a river around a rock and pays us about as much attention. A claustrophobic sense of futility envelops me, a feeling I never experienced prior to my wife’s illness but which now dogs me like a malignant shadow. If I could summon a helicopter to whisk us back to the Polynesian Resort, I would pay ten thousand dollars to do it. But there is no helicopter. Only us. Or the less-than-us that we’ve been since Sarah died.The vacation is over. And when the vacation is over, you go home. But where is home? Technically Houston, the suburb of Tanglewood. But Houston doesn’t feel like home anymore. The Houston house has a hole in it now. A hole that moves from room to room.The thought of Penn Cage helpless would shock most people who know me. At thirty-eight years old, I have sent sixteen men and women to death row. I watched seven of them die. I’ve killed in defense of my family. I’ve given up one successful career and made a greater success of another. I am admired by my friends, feared by my enemies, loved by those who matter. But in the face of my child’s grief, I am powerless.Taking a deep breath, I hitch Annie a little higher and begin the long trek back to the monorail. We came to Disney World because Sarah and I brought Annie here a year ago—before the diagnosis—and it turned out to be the best vacation of our lives. I hoped a return trip might give Annie some peace. But the opposite has happened. She rises in the middle of the night and pads into the bathroom in search of Sarah; she walks the theme parks with darting eyes, always alert for the vanished maternal profile. In the magical world of Disney, Annie believes Sarah might step around the next corner as easily as Cinderella. When I patiently explained that this could not happen, she reminded me that Snow White rose from the dead just like Jesus, which in her four-year-old brain is indisputable fact. All we have to do is find Mama, so that Daddy can kiss her and make her wake up.I collapse onto a seat in the monorail with a half dozen Japanese tourists, Annie sobbing softly into my shoulder. The silver train accelerates to cruising speed, rushing through Tomorrowland, a grand anachronism replete with Jetsons-style rocket ships and Art Deco restaurants. A 1950s incarnation of man’s glittering destiny, Tomorrowland was outstripped by reality more rapidly than old Walt could have imagined, transformed into a kitschy parody of the dreams of the Eisenhower era. It stands as mute but eloquent testimony to man’s inability to predict what lies ahead.I do not need to be reminded of this.As the monorail swallows a long curve, I spy the crossed roof beams of the Polynesian Resort. Soon we will be back inside our suite, alone with the emptiness that haunts us every day. And all at once that is not good enough anymore. With shocking clarity a voice speaks in my mind. It is Sarah’s voice.You can’t do this alone, she says.I look down at Annie’s face, angelic now in sleep.“We need help,” I say aloud, drawing odd glances from the Japanese tourists. Before the monorail hisses to a stop at the hotel, I know what I am going to do. I call Delta Airlines first and book an afternoon flight to Baton Rouge—not our final destination, but the closest major airport to it. Simply making the call sets something thrumming in my chest. Annie awakens as I arrange for a rental car, perhaps even in sleep sensing the utter resolution in her father’s voice. She sits quietly beside me on the bed, her left hand on my thigh, reassuring herself that I can go nowhere without her.“Are we going on the airplane again, Daddy?”“That’s right, punkin,” I answer, dialing a Houston number.“Back home?”“No, we’re going to see Gram and Papa.”Her eyes widen with joyous expectation. “Gram and Papa? Now?”“I hope so. Just a minute.” My assistant, Cilla Daniels, is speaking in my ear. She obviously saw the name of the hotel on the caller-ID unit and started talking the moment she picked up. I break in before she can get rolling. “Listen to me, Cil. I want you to call a storage company and lease enough space for everything in the house.”“The house?” she echoes. “Your house? You mean ‘everything’ as in furniture?”“Yes. I’m selling the house.”“Selling the house. Penn, what’s happened? What’s wrong?”“Nothing. I’ve come to my senses, that’s all. Annie’s never going to get better in that house. And Sarah’s parents are still grieving so deeply that they’re making things worse. I’m moving back home for a while.”“Home?”“To Natchez.”“Natchez.”“Mississippi. Where I lived before I married Sarah? Where I grew up?”“I know that, but—”“Don’t worry about your salary. I’ll need you now more than ever.”“I’m not worried about my salary. I’m worried about you. Have you talked to your parents? Your mother called yesterday and asked for your number down there. She sounded upset.”“I’m about to call them. After you get the storage space, call some movers and arrange transport. Let Sarah’s parents have anything they want out of the house. Then call Jim Noble and tell him to sell the place. And I don’t mean list it, I mean sell it.”“The housing market’s pretty soft right now. Especially in your bracket.”“I don’t care if I eat half the equity. Move it.”There’s an odd silence. Then Cilla says, “Could I make you an offer on it? I won’t if you never want to be reminded of the place.”“No . . . it’s fine. You need to get out of that condo. Can you come anywhere close to a realistic price?”“I’ve got quite a bit left from my divorce settlement. You know me.”“Don’t make me an offer. I’ll make you one. Get the house appraised, then knock off twenty percent. No realtor fees, no down payment, nothing. Work out a payment schedule over twenty years at, say . . . six percent interest. That way we have an excuse to stay in touch.”“Oh, God, Penn, I can’t take advantage like that.”“It’s a done deal.” I take a deep breath, feeling the invisible bands that have bound me loosening. “Well . . . that’s it.”“Hold on. The world doesn’t stop because you run off to Disney World.”“Do I want to hear this?”“I’ve got bad news and news that could go either way.”“Give me the bad.”“Arthur Lee Hanratty’s last request for a stay was just denied by the Supreme Court. It’s leading on CNN every half hour. The execution is scheduled for midnight on Saturday. Five days from now.”“That’s good news, as far as I’m concerned.”Cilla sighs in a way that tells me I’m wrong. “Mr. Givens called a few minutes ago.” Mr. Givens and his wife are the closest relatives of the black family slaughtered by Hanratty and his psychotic brothers. “And Mr. Givens doesn’t ever want to see Hanratty in person again. He and his wife want you to attend in their place. A witness they can trust. You know the drill.”“Too well.” Lethal injection at the Texas State Prison at Huntsville, better known as the Walls. Seventy miles north of Houston, the seventh circle of Hell. “I really don’t want to see this one, Cil.”“I know. I don’t know what to tell you.”“What’s this other news?”“I just got off the phone with Peter.” Peter Highsmith is my editor, a gentleman and scholar, but not the person I want to talk to just now. “He would never say anything, but I think the house is getting anxious about Nothing But the Truth. You’re nearly a year past your deadline. Peter is more worried about you than about the book. He just wants to know you’re okay.”“What did you tell him?”“That you’ve had a tough time, but you’re finally waking back up to life. You’re nearly finished with the book, and it’s by far the best you’ve ever written.”I laugh out loud.“How close are you? You were only half done the last time I got up the nerve to ask you about it.”I start to lie, but there’s no point. “I haven’t written a decent page since Sarah died.”Cilla is silent.“And I burned the first half of the manuscript the night before we left Houston.”She gasps. “You didn’t!”“Look in the fireplace.”“Penn . . . I think you need some help. I’m speaking as your friend. There are some good people here in town. Discreet.”“I don’t need a shrink. I need to take care of my daughter.”“Well . . . whatever you do, be careful, okay?”“A lot of good that does. Sarah was the most careful person I ever knew.”“I didn’t mean—”“I know. Look, I don’t want a single journalist finding out where I am. I want no part of that deathwatch circus. It’s Joe’s problem now.” Joe Cantor is the district attorney of Harris County, and my old boss. “As far as you know, I’m on vacation until the moment of the execution.”“Consider yourself incommunicado.”“I’ve got to run. We’ll talk soon.”“Make sure we do.”When I hang up, Annie rises to her knees beside me, her eyes bright. “Are we really going to Gram and Papa’s?”“We’ll know in a minute.”I dial the telephone number I memorized as a four-year-old and listen to it ring. The call is answered by a woman with a cigarette-parched Southern drawl no film producer would ever use, for fear that the audience would be unable to decode the words. She works for an answering service.“Dr. Cage’s residence.”“This is Penn Cage, his son. Can you ring through for me?”“We sure can, honey. You hang on.”After five rings, I hear a click. Then a deep male voice speaks two words that somehow convey more emotional subtext than most men could in two paragraphs: reassurance, gravitas, a knowledge of ultimate things.“Doctor Cage,” it says.My father’s voice instantly steadies my heart. This voice has comforted thousands of people over the years, and told many others that their days on earth numbered far less than they’d hoped. “Dad, what are you doing home this time of day?”“Penn? Is that you?”“Yes.”“What’s up, son?”“I’m bringing Annie home to see you.”“Great. Are you coming straight from Florida?”“You could say that. We’re coming today.”“Today? Is she sick?”“No. Not physically, anyway. Dad, I’m selling the house in Houston and moving back home for a while. What comes after that, I’ll figure out later. Have you got room for us?”“God almighty, son. Let me call your mother.”I hear my father shout, then the clicking of heels followed by my mother’s voice. “Penn? Are you really coming home?”“We’ll be there tonight.”“Thank God. We’ll pick you up at the airport.”“No, don’t. I’ll rent a car.”“Oh . . . all right. I just . . . I can’t tell you how glad I am.”Something in my mother’s voice triggers an alarm. I can’t say what it is, because it’s in the spaces, not the words, the way you hear things in families. Whatever it is, it’s serious. Peggy Cage does not worry about little things.“Mom? What’s the matter?”“Nothing. I’m just glad you’re coming home.”There is no more inept liar than someone who has spent a lifetime telling the truth. “Mom, don’t try to—”“We’ll talk when you get here. You just bring that little girl where she belongs.”I recall Cilla’s opinion that my mother was upset when she called yesterday. But there’s no point in forcing the issue on the phone. I’ll be face to face with her in a few hours. “We’ll be there tonight. Bye.”My hand shakes as I set the receiver in its cradle. For a prodigal son, a journey home after eighteen years is a sacred one. I’ve been home for a few Christmases and Thanksgivings, but this is different. Looking down at Annie, I get one of the thousand-volt shocks of recognition that has hit me so many times since the funeral. Sometimes Sarah’s face peers out from Annie’s as surely as if her spirit has temporarily possessed the child. But if this is a possession, it is a benign one. Annie’s hazel eyes transfix mine with a look that gave me much peace when it shone from Sarah’s face: This is the right thing, it says.“I love you, Daddy,” she says softly.“I love you more,” I reply, completing our ritual. Then I catch her under the arms and lift her high into the air. “Let’s pack! We’ve got a plane to catch!”

From Our Editors

Recently widowed, Penn Cage decides to set off for home with his daughter, leaving the thralls of Houston for what he perceived to be the warmth and welcome of his old town of Natchez, Mississippi, the jewel of the antebellum South. Much to his dismay, he is greeted by a blackmail that haunts his father's very rigid existence. The town begins to close in on Penn, who is consumed with trying to dispel once and for all the lies and rumours that put his father on trial for murder so long ago. The darkness of the past leaves his family alone in a fight against the ghost of J. Edgar Hoover's FBI policies and turns The Quiet Game into the kind of tense drama we have come to expect from Greg Iles. 

Editorial Reviews

“The pace is frenetic, the fear and paranoia palpable, and the characters heartbreakingly honest. Iles strikes not one false note.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer   “Would make James Lee Burke or even Pat Conroy proud. This is storytelling at its absolute best, a tale of near-epic status.”—Providence Sunday Journal   “The plot turns and twists with surprise after surprise…inventive and satisfying. [Iles’s] mastery of the Southern setting rings with the truth of his own experience.”—New Orleans Times-Picayune   “A definite page-turner…Extremely well-written…profound…wise and disconcerting.”—The Daily Mississippian   “The plot twists and turns magnificently…A grand thriller with a wonderful Southern seasoning.”—Orange County Register   “A don’t-touch-that-dial courtroom climax.”—Charlotte Observer   “When the final page of The Quiet Game is turned you feel a pang as when good friends move away.”—Orlando Sentinel   “A superb legal-conspiracy thriller that brings the deep South to life…an enthralling tale.”—Kirkus Reviews

Employee Review

In my opinion, this is a great book. A man comes home in hopes of giving his daughter an environment in which to heal from the recent death of her mother. But instead he finds himself in a whirlwind of danger -- a danger brought back from thirty years ago. From the very first page, this novel has so many twists and turns that there is no way of guessing what will happen next. There is something here for everyone: conspiracy, romance, suspense and action.