The Twenty-three by Linwood BarclayThe Twenty-three by Linwood Barclay

The Twenty-three

byLinwood Barclay

Paperback | November 1, 2016

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From New York Times and #1 international bestselling author Linwood Barclay comes the third and final spine-chilling thriller in the Promise Falls trilogy.


Everything has been leading to this.
     It's the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, May 23rd, and the small town of Promise Falls, New York, has found itself in the midst of a full-blown catastrophe. Hundreds of people are going to the hospital with similar symptoms--vomiting, dizziness, loss of consciousness--and dozens are dying. And those investigating the cause of the epidemic quickly zero in on the water supply. But the question for many, including private investigator Cal Weaver, remains: Who would benefit from poisoning this town? And what is their motivation?
     Meanwhile, as tragedies mount and the number of suspects grows larger, Detective Barry Duckworth is faced with another problem. He knows that the killer of Olivia Fisher and Rosemary Gaynor is still out there. And what's more, he knows that the mystery behind the significance of the number 23 is growing and is linked to a much larger scheme than he'd originally imagined.
     Detective Duckworth will have to race to put together all the pieces of this puzzle to stop someone's sinister revenge plot.
LINWOOD BARCLAY is the New York Times and #1 international bestselling author of fourteen critically acclaimed novels, including Broken Promise and Trust Your Eyes, which has been optioned for film.
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Title:The Twenty-threeFormat:PaperbackDimensions:464 pages, 9 × 6 × 1.2 inPublished:November 1, 2016Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0385684568

ISBN - 13:9780385684569

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyed it!!! A very satisfying conclusion to the trilogy. I enjoyed it!!!
Date published: 2017-07-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read Great read - really enjoyed this story - didn't want to put it down!
Date published: 2017-06-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A good read The final book in Barclay's trilogy. An enjoyable read.
Date published: 2017-05-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Really enjoyed the plot. I didn't want to put the book down.
Date published: 2017-04-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great story This is another hit by Barclay
Date published: 2017-03-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another Hit Typical Barclay fast passed read with thrills, twists and turns that keep the reader completely enveloped in the story. I can't wait see what he comes up with next for the small town of Promise Falls!
Date published: 2017-02-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from More Fast Paced Thrills I could not but this novel down! I literally read it in a day. The story is interesting and sucks you back into Promise Falls. I hope Barclay continues to follow the tormented town!
Date published: 2017-02-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from what a great book!!! I could not put this book down. My husband originally purchased it and I thought I would read it since he had his nose buried in it for 2 days. I thoroughly enjoyed it and will read more books by this author.
Date published: 2017-01-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent final book in trilogy This book was a fabulous conclusion to the Promise Falls trilogy. Lots of twists and turns to the storyline. I was on the edge of my seat until the very last page! I never could have guessed the ending to this book! Definitely worth the read!!
Date published: 2017-01-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loose ends all tied up.....almost! Linwood Barclay does not disappoint in the closing third of his Promise Falls trilogy! Again he uses a simple plot to invoke terror. Water such a necessity and Barclay instills fear into ever drinking from a tap again! Akin to swimming in the water after watching Jaws. Great twists and turns and again kept me guessing to the end and never saw the final twist coming! David Harewood's dilemma will surely be fodder for the next Barclay novel! Can't wait!
Date published: 2017-01-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Super good read! This is the final book in the triology and I just could not put it down!!! Amazing author who brings it all together in an amazing story. I was hoping for more closure with David Harwood...but oh well.
Date published: 2017-01-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome Great end to the series #plumreview
Date published: 2016-12-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Twenty-Three Loved this book! It was so hard to put down. This is the final book in the trilogy and brings everything together. It was well written with lots of twists you don't see coming. The ending caught me a little off guard, but it was still an amazing read.
Date published: 2016-12-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fast paced, high tension puzzler Two horrific screams made by Olivia Fisher are heard by 22 people and no-one even called 911. Promise Falls became #broken falls, the town where nobody cares. Picking up where Far From True ends, we find Det Duckworth and Promise Falls in fear. The "23" linked crimes intensify when May 23rd arrives and the town's water supply has been poisoned. Det Barry Duckworth puts it all together but will he survive to report the truth so the innocent are set free? The serial killer case is finally solved. We are left hanging on the situation with David Harwood. This isn't too horrific a place to leave us.
Date published: 2016-12-08
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Necessary to complete the trilogy The end of the trilogy was disappointing, the two books leading up to the ending built such anticipation and the ending was limited, the story should have ended better.
Date published: 2016-11-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Finish Finally, the answers we have been waiting for.
Date published: 2016-11-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put it down Linwood does it again. So good. Twists and turns.
Date published: 2016-11-12

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ONE I know I won’t be able to get them all. But I hope I’ll be able to get enough. DAY ONE TWO  Patricia Henderson, forty-one, divorced, employed at the Weston Street Branch of the Promise Falls Public Library System as a computer librarian, was, on that Saturday morning of the long holiday weekend in May, among the first to die. She was scheduled to work that day. Patricia was annoyed the library board chose to keep all of the town’s libraries open. They were slated to close on the Sunday, and on the Monday, Memorial Day. So, if you’re going to close Sunday and Monday, why not close for the Saturday, too, and give everyone at the library the weekend off? But no. Not that Patricia had anywhere in particular to go. But still. It seemed ridiculous to her. She knew, given that it was a long weekend, there’d be very few people coming into the library. Wasn’t this town supposed to be in the midst of a financial crisis? Why keep the place open? Sure, there was a bit of a rush on Friday as some customers, particularly those who had cottages or other weekend places, took out books to keep them occupied through to Tuesday. The rest of the weekend was guaranteed to be quiet. Patricia was to be at the library for nine, when it opened, but that really meant she needed to be there for eight forty-five a.m. That would give her time to boot up all the computers, which were shut down every night at closing to save on electricity, even though the amount of power the branch’s thirty computers drew overnight was negligible. The library board, however, was on a “green” kick, which meant not only conserving electricity, but making sure recycling stations were set up throughout the library, and signs pinned to the bulletin boards to discourage the use of bottled water. One of the library board members saw the bottled water industry, and the bins of plastic bottles it created, as one of the great evils of the modern world, and didn’t want them in any of the Promise Falls branches. “Provide paper cups that can be filled at the facility’s water fountains,” she said. Which now meant that the recycling stations were overflowing with paper cups instead of water bottles. And guess who was pissed about that. What’s-his-name, that Finley guy who used to be mayor and now ran a water bottling company. Patricia had met him the first–and she hoped, last –time just the other evening at the Constellation Drive-in. She’d taken her niece Kaylie and her little friend Alicia for the drive-in’s final night. Kaylie’s mom – Patricia’s sister Val – had lent her their minivan, since Patricia’s Hyundai was a little too cramped for such an excursion. God, what a mistake that turned out to be. Not only did the screen come crashing down, scaring the little girls half to death, but then Finley showed up, trying to get his picture taken giving comfort to the wounded. Politics, Patricia thought. How she hated politics and everything about it. And thinking of politics, Patricia had found herself staring at the ceiling at four in the morning, worried about next week’s public meeting on “Internet filtering.” The debate had been going on for years and never seemed settled. Should the library put filters on computers used by patrons that would restrict access to certain websites? The idea was to keep youngsters from accessing pornography, but it was a continuing quagmire. The filters were often ineffective, blocking material that was not adult oriented, and allowing material that was. And aside from that, there were freedom of speech and freedom to read issues. Patricia knew the meeting would, as these kinds of meetings always did, devolve into a shouting match between ultraconservatives who saw gay subtext in the Teletubbies and didn’t want computers in the library to begin with, and ultra left-wingers who believed if a kindergartner wanted to read Portnoy’s Complaint, so be it. At ten minutes after five, when she knew she wasn’t going to get back to sleep, she threw back the covers and decided to move forward with her day. She walked into the bathroom, flicked on the light, and studied her face in the mirror. “Ick,” she said, rubbing her cheeks with the tips of her fingers. “ABH.” That was the mantra from Charlene, her personal trainer. Always Be Hydrating. Which meant drinking at least seven full glasses of water a day. Patricia reached for the glass next to the sink, turned on the tap to let the water run until it was cold, filled the glass and drank it down in one long gulp. She reached into the shower, turned on the taps, held her hand under the spray until it was hot enough, pulled the long, white T-shirt she slept in over her head, and stepped in. She stayed in there until she could sense the hot water starting to run out. Shampooed and lathered up first, then stood under the water, feeling it rain across her face. Dried off. Dressed. Felt–and this was kind of weird–itchy all over. Did her hair and makeup. By the time she was in her apartment kitchen, it was six-thirty. Still plenty of time to kill before driving to the library, a ten-minute commute. Or, if she decided to ride her bike, about twenty-five minutes. Patricia opened the cupboard, took out a small metal tray with more than a dozen bottles of pills and multivitamins. She opened the lids on four, tapped out a calcium tablet, a low-dose aspirin, a vitamin D, and a multivitamin, which, while containing vitamin D, did not, she believed, have enough. She tossed them all into her mouth at once and washed them down with a small glass of water from the kitchen tap. Moved her upper body all around awkwardly, as though her blouse were made of wool. Patricia opened the refrigerator and stared. Did she want an egg? Hard-boiled? Fried? It seemed like a lot of work. She closed the door and went back to the cupboard and brought down a box of Special K. “Whoa,” she said. It was like a wave washing over. Light-headedness. Like she’d been standing outside in a high wind and nearly gotten blown over. She put both hands on the edge of the counter to steady herself. Let it pass, she told herself. It’s probably nothing. Up too early. There, she seemed to be okay. She brought down a small bowl, started to pour some cereal into it. Blinked. Blinked again. She could see the “K” on the cereal box clearly enough, but “Special” was fuzzy around the edges. Which was pretty strange, because it was not exactly a tiny font. This was not newspaper type. The letters in “Special” were a good inch tall. Patricia squinted. “Special,” she said. She closed her eyes, shook her head, thinking that would set things straight. But when she opened her eyes, she was dizzy. “What the hell,” she said. I need to sit down. She left the cereal where it was and made her way to the table, pulled out the chair. Was the room spinning? Just a little? She hadn’t had the “whirlies” in a very long time. She’d gotten drunk more than a few times over the years with her ex, Stanley. But even then, she’d never had enough to drink that the room spun. She had to go back to her days as a student at Thackeray for a memory like that. But Patricia hadn’t been drinking. And what she was feeling now wasn’t the same as what she’d felt back then. For one thing, her heart was starting to race. She placed a hand on her chest, just about the swell of her breasts, to see if she could feel what she already knew she was feeling. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-tha-thump. Her heart wasn’t just picking up the pace. It was doing so in an irregular fashion. Patricia moved her hand from her chest to her forehead. Her skin was cold and clammy. She wondered whether she could be having a heart attack. But she wasn’t old enough for one of those, was she? And she was in good shape. She worked out. She often rode her bike to work. She had a personal trainer, for God’s sake. The pills. Patricia figured she must have taken the wrong pills. But was there anything in that pill container that could do something like this to her? No. She stood, felt the floor move beneath her as though Promise Falls were undergoing an earthquake, which was not the sort of thing that happened often in upstate New York. Maybe, she thought, I should just get my ass to Promise Falls General. 

Editorial Reviews

#1 National Bestseller"There's definitely something rotten in Promise Falls. In The Twenty-Three, the riveting final installment of the Promise Falls trilogy, the story comes to a frightful and fitting conclusion. Nothing is more satisfying than tucking into a new Linwood Barclay novel, and this is one we've all been waiting for." —Shari Lapena, New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door "Taken together, [the Promise Falls trilogy] is the best thing Linwood Barclay has written and The Twenty-Three is the best book of the bunch. . . . This fast-paced book will keep you reading right to the end, with a twist you won't see coming." —The Globe and Mail "A slam-bang conclusion that will surprise even hard-core thriller readers with the revelations and high body count. . . . Those who have read the previous two novels will be pleased to know that the payoff has been worth the wait." —The Associated Press "The third and final book in Linwood Barclay's ambitious trilogy set in the Upper New York state town of Promise Falls is the most satisfying of the series by a long shot." —Toronto Star"Barclay is a master of the genre and will keep you up late into the night, torn between savouring every detail and racing to the end." —Canadian Living"[A] complex flurry of 450 speedy pages. . . . Barclay has created a work whose characters deserve to be followed through all their sorrows, triumphs and blunders to their proper conclusions." —The London Free Press "Bizarre incidents continue to maim and kill the residents of Promise Falls, N.Y., in Barclay's fast and furious conclusion to the trilogy that began with 2015's Broken Promise. . . .  Barclay skillfully juggles all the different plot lines right up to the stunning conclusion." —Publishers WeeklyPraise for Linwood Barclay: • "Where has Linwood Barclay been all my life?" --Stephen King • "No one can thrill you and chill you better than Linwood Barclay." --Tess Gerritsen • "Canada's current thriller king." --National Post • "If you haven't discovered him yet, it's time you did." --The Globe and Mail • "Linwood Barclay has become the master of the page-turner thriller." --Irish Independent (Ireland)