Andrea Thompson is smart, assertive and beautiful. She's also desperately lonely. Raised in Europe by her grandmother, she struggles knowing neither of her parents wanted her, and she has no idea why.
When Andrea receives an urgent call from her older sister Carrie, she agrees to fly to the United States to help. Carrie's newborn daughter Rachel needs a bone marrow transplant.
What Andrea doesn't know is that her return to the United States will launch a chain of events that will uncover secrets hidden for decades. Secrets which will rock the Thompson family and ignite a political firestorm.
Secrets that some will kill to protect.
Girl of Lies has been published in English and German. The first book in the Rachel's Peril trilogy, it has sold nearly 10,000 copies in English and half that in German. It continues to sell steadily in both languages.
Finally. Ahead, near the taxi entrance, a man stood holding an iPad with the name “Andrea Thompson”displayed with glowing white letters.
“Hello!” she called, waving to the man. He was tall, in his mid- thirties, with a blonde crew-cut and blue eyes. He didn’t look like a limo driver...he looked like a bodyguard.
Of course, if Julia had sent him, he might well be a bodyguard. “I’m Andrea,” she said.
He flashed a mouthful of glowing white teeth at her. “Nice to meet ya, Miss Thompson. I’m Dan. This way to the car...you got any luggage? Just that?”
He reached out a hand and took her suitcase. She turned to follow him, then said, “Wait...” and walked, slowly toward the newspaper stand next to the exit.
The Washington Post was displayed prominently, and caught her eye, because her father’s photograph was splashed across the cover. The headline was a shock. Ambassador Thompson tapped for Defense Secretary.
She didn’t realize her father was planning to come out of retire- ment. And Secretary of Defense?
The driver—Dan—paused, failing to hide his irritation. An- drea shrugged. That didn’t matter to her. And what was the idea of sending a driver to pick her up anyway? She wasn’t close to her family, but it felt awfully impersonal to send a hired driver.
Then again, her mother was probably there, and Adelina Thompson was Queen of the impersonal.
Andrea pulled the top paper off the stack and handed over her debit card, hoping it would work in the United States. She held her breath for a moment. It did. Then she turned and followed Dan to a black Lincoln Town Car. He opened the back door and she slid inside. The back seat was wide, leather. Cool and comfortable. A moment later the car shuddered as he tossed her bag into the trunk and closed it.
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Italian
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Translated by Antonia Mariani
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Translated by Gabriela Real
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