Someone Knows

Someone Knows

by Lisa Scottoline

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Bestselling and award-winning author Lisa Scottoline reaches new heights with this riveting novel about how a single decision can undo a family, how our past can derail our present, and how not guilty doesn't always mean innocent.

Allie Garvey is heading home to the funeral of a childhood friend. Allie is not only grief-stricken, she's full of dread. Because going home means seeing the other two people with whom she shares an unbearable secret.

Twenty years earlier, a horrific incident shattered the lives of five teenagers, including Allie. Drinking and partying in the woods, they played a dangerous prank that went tragically wrong, turning deadly. The teenagers kept what happened a secret, believing that getting caught would be the worst thing that could happen. But time has taught Allie otherwise. Not getting caught was far worse.

Allie has been haunted for two decades by what she and the others did, and by the fact that she never told a soul. The dark secret has eaten away at her, distancing her from everyone she loves, including her husband. Because she wasn't punished by the law, Allie has punished herself, and it's a life sentence.

Now, Allie stands on the precipice of losing everything. She's ready for a reckoning, determined to learn how the prank went so horribly wrong. She digs to unearth the truth, but reaches a shocking conclusion that she never saw coming—and neither will the reader.

A deeply emotional examination of family, marriage, and the true nature of justice, Someone Knows is Lisa Scottoline's most powerful novel to date. Startling, page-turning, and with an ending that's impossible to forget, this is a tour de force by a beloved author at the top of her game.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780525539667
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/26/2019
Pages: 528
Sales rank: 111,224
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 7.30(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Lisa Scottoline is the New York Times-bestselling author and Edgar Award-winning author of thirty-two novels. She has 30 million copies of her books in print in the United States and has been published in thirty-five countries. Her debut novel, Everywhere that Mary Went, was nominated for an Edgar Award, the most prestigious award given in crime fiction. Since then, she has gone on to write 30 more critically acclaimed novels, and her recent, After Anna, was a #1 bestseller. Scottoline also writes a weekly column with her daughter, Francesca Serritella, for The Philadelphia Inquirer. In addition to writing, Lisa reviews popular fiction and non-fiction, and her reviews have appeared in The New York Times, The Washington Post, and The Philadelphia Inquirer. Lisa has served as President of Mystery Writers of America and has taught a course she developed, "Justice in Fiction" at the University of Pennsylvania Law School, her alma mater. She lives in the Philadelphia area.


Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Date of Birth:

July 1, 1955

Place of Birth:

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania


B.A., University of Pennsylvania, 1976; J.D., University of Pennsylvania Law School, 1981

Read an Excerpt

***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***

Copyright © 2018 Lisa Scottoline



Nobody tells you that you’ll do things when you’re young that are so stupid, so unbelievably stupid, so horrifically stupid that years later you won’t be able to believe it. You’ll be on your laptop, or reading a book, or pumping gas, and you’ll find yourself shaking your head because you’ll be thinking no, no, no, I did not do that, I was not a part of that, that could not have happened.

You’ll tell yourself that you were young, that you were drinking, that good teenagers make bad decisions all the time. But you know that’s not it. You know that when teenagers get together, something dark can take over. Call it peer pressure, call it a collective idiocy, call it something more primal and monstrous, like whatever makes frat boys haze their so-called brothers to death. Writ large, it makes Nazis murder millions and soldiers torch Vietnamese villages. But whatever you call it, it will make you do the worst thing you ever did in your life. And in your darkest moments, you will wonder if it made you do it, or simply allowed you to.

You know this now but you didn’t then, and you’ll shake your head, thinking I can’t believe I did that, I can’t believe I was a part of that, but you were, and not in Nazi Germany, My Lai, or a frat house, but in the safest place you can imagine—in the suburban housing development where you grew up, specifically in a patch of woods mandated by township zoning, confined by fences, and bordered by the Pennsylvania Turnpike. In other words, in a completely civilized location where even Nature herself is domesticated and nothing ever happens.

Except this one night.

You and your friends decide to play Russian Roulette, a game so obviously lethal that you can’t even imagine what you were thinking. Days later, years later, a decade later, it’s still so unspeakable you can’t say a word to anyone, and all the books you read that you should’ve learned something from—Lord of the Flies, A Separate Peace, and Crime and Punishment—teach you absolutely nothing. You read like a fiend, you always have, but you don’t let the books teach you anything. You never apply them to your life because they’re fiction, or even if they seem real, they’re someone else’s life, not your life, except that you and your friends decided to play a prank and someone blew their brains out in front of you.

You won’t be able to remember exactly what happened because of the booze and the horror, the absolute horror, and yet you won’t be able to forget it, though you’ll spend night after night trying. People say something was a night to remember, but this was a night to forget and yet you can’t forget, and then you’ll hear some random playlist and Rihanna singing don’t act like you forgot and you’ll realize you’ve been acting like you forgot your entire adult life, and you’ll feel accused by a song, nailed by a phrase, and don’t act like you forgot is everything, don’t act like you forgot is all, and you’ll pick up the bottle and say to yourself, I’m acting like I forgot but I didn’t, I didn’t forget, and you’ll need to be put out of your own misery, so you’ll drink and drink, trying to drink yourself to death.

But that takes too long. Years too long. Time doesn’t move fast enough. You learned that the hard way.

One night, you’ll lose patience.



Chapter One

Allie Garvey

Allie gripped the wheel, heading to the cemetery. The death was awful enough in someone so young, agonizing because it was a suicide. The family would be anguished, wracking their brains, asking why. But Allie knew why, and she wasn’t the only one. There used to be four of them, and now there were three. They had kept it a secret for twenty years. She didn’t know if she could keep it secret another minute.

Allie drove ahead, her thoughts going back to the summer of ’99. She could hear the gunshot ringing in her ears. She could see the blood. It had happened right in front of her. Her gut twisted. She felt wrung by guilt. She had nightmares and flashbacks. She’d been fifteen years old, and it had been a night of firsts. First time hanging with the cool kids. First time getting drunk. First time being kissed. First time falling in love. And then the gunshot.

Allie clenched the wheel, holding on for dear life, to what she didn’t know. To the present. To reality. To sanity. She had to stay strong. She had to be brave. She had to do what needed to be done. She should have done it twenty years ago. She’d kept the secret all this time. She’d been living a contents-under-pressure life. Now she wanted to explode.

Allie approached the cemetery entrance. She knew the others would be there. A reunion of co-conspirators. She hadn’t spoken to them after what had happened. They’d had no contact since. They’d run away from each other and what they’d done. They’d thought getting caught was the worst that could happen. Allie had learned otherwise. Not getting caught was worse.

They’d grown up in Brandywine Hunt, a development in a corner of Chester County, Pennsylvania, where the horse farms had been razed, the trees cleared, and the grassy hills leveled. Concrete pads had been paved for McMansions, and asphalt rolled for driveways. Thoroughbred Road had been the outermost of the development’s concentric streets, and at its center were the clubhouse, pool, tennis and basketball courts, like the prize for the successful completion of a suburban labyrinth.

Allie always thought of her childhood that way, a series of passages that led her to bump into walls. Her therapist theorized it was because of her older sister, Jill, who’d had an illness that Allie had been too young to understand, at first. It had sounded like sis-something, which had made sense to Allie—her sister had sis. Until one nightmarish race to the hospital, with her father driving like a madman and her mother hysterical in the backseat holding Jill, who was frantically gasping for breath, her face turning blue. Allie had watched, terrified at the realization that sis could kill her sister. And when her sister turned seventeen, it did.

Allie bit her lip, catching sight of the wrought-iron fence. Her sister was buried at the same cemetery, the grave marked by a monument sunk into the manicured grass. Its marble was rosy pink, a color Jill had picked out herself, calling it Dead Barbie Pink. Allie remembered that at Jill’s funeral she had cried so hard she laughed, or laughed so hard she cried, she didn’t know which.

Allie braked, waiting for traffic to pass so she could turn. gardens of peace, read the tasteful sign, and it was one of a chain of local cemeteries, fitting for a region of housing developments, as if life could be planned from birth to death.

Her gut tightened again, and she focused on her breathing exercises, in and out, in and out. Yoga and meditation were no match for a guilty conscience. She hadn’t fired the gun, but she was responsible. She replayed the memory at night, tortured with shame. She’d never told anyone, not even her husband. No wonder her marriage was circling the drain.

Allie steered through the cemetery entrance. Pebbled gravel popped beneath the tires of her gray Audi, and she drove toward the black hearse, limos, and parked cars. Mourners were walking to the burial site, and she spotted the other two instantly.

They were walking together, talking, heads down. Gorgeous, privileged, rich. The cool kids, grown up. They didn’t look up or see her. They wouldn’t expect her, since she hadn’t been one of them, not really. They hadn’t followed her life the way she’d followed theirs. She was the one looking at them, never vice versa. That’s how it always is for outsiders.

Allie told herself once more to stay strong. The cool kids believed their secret was going to stay safe forever, but they were wrong.

It was time for forever to end.




Twenty Years Earlier

This is where we began

Being what we can.

—Stephen Sondheim, “Our Time,” Merrily We Roll Along



Chapter Two

Allie Garvey

Allie ran up the hill in the woods, her breath ragged and her thighs aching. Her house was just around the corner, and she wished she could sneak home, but she didn’t want to be there, either. Her sister, Jill, had died last summer, and since then the house had felt hollow, empty, silent.

Allie had to keep going, pumping her arms. When Allie had turned nine, her mother had finally explained Jill’s illness, which wasn’t sis but cystic fibrosis. Allie hadn’t known that the disease was fatal back then, or any of the statistics on life expectancy, but when Jill was well enough to travel, the Garveys took trips to Disney World and Hawaii, like a do-it-yourself Make-A-Wish. Her mother said we’re making memories, but Allie didn’t know how to live in the present and the future at the same time. The Garveys smiled hard when they were happy because they were also sad, taking the bitter with the sweet, the good with the bad, every single minute.

Her sister’s coughing was the background noise of her childhood, though Jill muffled the sound at night, not to keep the house awake. Every morning, Jill took antibiotics in pill form, and Pulmozyme and albuterol through a nebulizer. Every time she ate a meal or a snack, she took pancreatic enzymes, and she endured percussive therapy twice a day. Jill never complained, and everyone said she was a trouper, an angel, even a saint, but Allie knew the real Jill, who was funny, goofy, and naughty. The real Jill loved thick books with maps in the front and joked that she was going to smoke when she grew up. The real Jill wasn’t a saint, but something much better. A big sister.

If Jill was dying on the outside, Allie was dying on the inside. When Jill was hurting, Allie couldn’t stop her tears, crying in her pillow for them both. The worst was when she helped with Jill’s percussive therapy. She’d beat her sister’s rib cage to loosen up the mucus, which left them both drenched with effort, just to win a few puffs of something as insubstantial as air. Air. You couldn’t see it, but you couldn’t live without it. It didn’t weigh anything, but it had all the weight in the world. It was like a bad riddle. It was even free. All you had to do was breathe. Take a deep breath, people said, but Jill had never had one of those in her life, which ended after seventeen years, at home.

Allie had been there when Jill died, hugging her in hysterics, clinging to her like a kitten hooking its flimsy nails into a sweater. Allie had been heartbroken, devastated, reeling at the prospect of a life that no longer included Jill. Allie didn’t know who she was without Jill. She was not-Jill in a world that was Jill’s, in a family that revolved around Jill’s illness, specialty meds, and therapies.

Allie didn’t know how her family would fill the hole that Jill left because it was everything. It wasn’t a hole, it was the whole. So it could never be filled. Now, Jill was gone and so were the hospital bed, commode, nebulizers, oxygen tanks, pill bottles. But somehow Jill was everywhere, in the very air. Her absence was her presence, and the girl who could never get air had become it. The Garvey family breathed Jill every moment.

The thought made Allie’s stomach knot, and sweat broke out on her forehead. Tryouts for the cross-country team were coming up, and she needed an extracurricular to get into a good college. She couldn’t sing well enough to make choir, didn’t play an instrument, and was too shy to be onstage. Her guidance counselor told her she should write about Jill for her personal essay, but Allie wasn’t about to write My Sister Died So Let Me Into Penn.

Allie kept running, panting hard, her legs hurting. She’d gained fifteen pounds and was falling so far behind the others she didn’t know how she would catch up. It was how she felt all the time lately. Behind. After Jill’s funeral, Allie was supposed to go to school like nothing ever happened, but that was impossible. The other girls had best friends, but Allie’s best friend was Jill. She didn’t fit in any of the cliques, like the pretty princesses, the field-hockey jocks, the fast girls who smoked, the Goths, druggies, mathletes, or Ecology Club hippies. The boys called her Allie Gravy, and she was behind everyone, a permanent little sister to the world.

Suddenly a silhouette appeared at the top of the hill. It was Sasha Barrow, captain of the development’s running team and one of the most popular girls in school. Sasha was tall, lean, and totally beautiful, with big blue eyes, a tiny nose, and not a single zit. She had on a cool blue Nike tank and silky dolphin shorts, like a professional runner compared with Allie’s thick Phillies T-shirt and old gray gym shorts. Sasha ran for the development team as a way to stay in shape for the cross-country team at school.

“Hurry up!” Sasha shouted, her hands on her slim hips.

Allie sped up, but her ankle turned and she tumbled to the ground, landing on her butt. Her face went red and hot. She tried to get up, but her ankle hurt and she eased back down. Her knee was skinned, a grid of droplets.

“What are you doing down there?”

“I fell!”

“I can see that!”

Then why did you ask? Jill would have said. But Allie didn’t.

“Come on!”

“Just go! I’m fine!”

“What’s your name again?” Sasha came down the incline, her sleek ponytail swinging back and forth. She had on a wide black headband that Allie could never wear because they popped off her head.

“Allie Garvey.”

“Are you in my class?” Sasha reached Allie and stood over her.

“Yes, in the other section. I live in Brandywine Hunt, too, on Percheron.” Allie realized she was answering questions she hadn’t been asked. She didn’t know how to act around Sasha Barrow, who was wearing blue mascara. Allie hadn’t even known that mascara came in colors.

“I’m on Pinto.”

“I know,” Allie said, then regretted it, wiping her brow. Sasha wasn’t sweating and smelled like vanilla. Allie sweated like a pig and smelled like cellulite.

“Okay, so get up, Allie.”

“Please, go back with the others. I’ll be fine.”

“Try!” Sasha’s pursed lips glistened with pink gloss.

“I’m not going to make the team.”


Allie’s mouth went dry. She felt nervous around Sasha Barrow. She tried to think of what Jill would have said. Jill had attitude.

“Allie. You really can’t get up?”

And then, Allie did it. For one moment, she summoned Jill’s spirit and said exactly what Jill would have said. “If I could, would I be sitting where worms could crawl in my vagina?”

Sasha burst into laughter, and Allie could see why Sasha was popular, and it wasn’t only that she was pretty. There was a wild spark about her, a natural confidence.

“I’ll try to get up.” Allie shifted.

Suddenly Sasha pointed down the hill. “Look,” she whispered. “What are they up to?”

Allie turned to see that two boys in tennis whites were digging under the base of a tree with a sharp bend in its trunk, at the bottom of the hill. Leafy branches covered the boys from view, but Allie recognized David Hybrinski right away. He was dreamy, with a great smile even though he never had braces. His hair was thick and wavy, a reddish-brown color, and he was tall, with a muscular body that made him look older. Allie always saw him hitting against the backboard at the tennis courts while Jill was swimming the laps that were supposed to increase her lung capacity. When David hit the ball over the fence, he’d call to the kids, little help, please, and they’d fetch the ball for him like puppy dogs.

“Who’s the boy with David?” Allie whispered.

“Julian Browne. He lives across the street from me, but he goes to Lutheran now.” Sasha’s eyes glittered. “Let’s bust them.”

“What?” Allie asked, but Sasha was already cupping her hands around her mouth.

“Hey, down there! Freeze, this is the police! You’re under arrest!”

The boys looked up, startled, then burst into relieved laughter, which echoed in the quiet woods. Sasha pulled Allie to her feet, looping an arm around her shoulders, and started down the hill with her, while Allie smoothed her hair back, trying to look good, though this wouldn’t have been the day she’d pick to meet David Hybrinski. She’d sweated off her flesh-toned Clearasil, and her long brown curls frizzed. At least her braces were finally off and her eyes were a nice blue, but boys weren’t into eyes. She pulled her damp T-shirt away from her body, so David couldn’t see the blubber that made her belly button into a big O, like a mouth shouting, LOOK AT MY FAT!

They got closer, and Sasha called out, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” Julian was shorter than David and handsome in a preppy way, with hazel eyes, a refined nose, and a small mouth with thin lips. His hair was straight, brown, and shiny, and he looked lean in a white T-shirt that said crt sports camp. He covered whatever they were digging, then stood up as the girls reached the bottom of the hill.

“What’s going on?” Sasha let go of Allie, as the boys stood side by side. Their bicycles and backpacks lay on the ground nearby.

“I told you, nothing,” Julian repeated, his smile sly.

“Buried treasure,” David added. “Gold doubloons.”

“Come on, what is it?” Sasha took a step toward them. “Tell me.”

David noticed Allie and flashed her a smile. “I know you. You’re in the other section.”

“Yeah, and I live in the development, too.” Allie couldn’t believe David Hybrinski knew who she was. She felt so seen, and he had such a nice way about him, like a gentleman. Up close, his eyes were as brown as a Hershey bar.

Sasha gestured at the other boy. “Julian, where are your manners? Introduce yourself to Allie Garvey.”

“Julian Browne,” the other boy said, flashing a big grin, and Allie started to wonder if the cool kids were just big smiles hanging in the air, like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. Jill used to read it to Allie when she was little, and Allie had thought the title was Allison Wonderland.

Julian kept smiling. “I don’t know if you can keep a secret, Sasha.”

“Of course.” Sasha snorted. “And if you don’t tell me what it is, I’ll come back and dig it up myself.”

David turned to Allie. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes.” Allie hid her excitement that he was talking to her.

“Okay, then. Come look.” Julian moved the backpack, crouched, and started digging with his hands. “I had this project for Environmental Bio. Indigenous wildflower identification. I was looking for bluets.”

“What’s that?” Sasha asked.

“It’s a blue flower.” Julian kept digging as he spoke. “It’s like a cornflower or a forget-me-not.”

“And you have to do this over the summer? Is this a private school thing?” Sasha made a face, but Allie didn’t think anything bad about private school. Her parents had talked about private school for Jill, but they ended up with tutors, which was how Allie learned some French. She and Jill used to say tant pis because it sounded like tant pee, then Jill started saying tant penis, which cracked them up.

Julian kept digging. “My mother told me that bluets don’t bloom late in the summer, so I should look now, in the woods. Of course it’s not a real woods. We have to leave a certain percentage of the woods or the township won’t let us build.”

Sasha said to Allie, “Julian’s father built the development.”

“His company did,” Julian corrected her. “He does business as Browne Land Management.”

“Oh,” Allie said, impressed. Her father was an orthodontist in Exton, and he didn’t do business as anything but Dr. Garvey. It bugged him that he hadn’t gone to medical school, only dental, and one time, at their hotel in Orlando, one of the guests got sick and the manager called her father. He had to admit he wasn’t a medical doctor.

“I saw a patch of bluets under this tree. I started taking pictures, then I noticed this paper sticking out of the dirt.” Julian finished digging, and both boys moved away from the hole, revealing a wrinkled piece of newspaper wrapped around something. They unwrapped it like a gift, but it was a gun.

Allie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

“Whoa!” Sasha hooted. “Let me have it!”



Chapter Three

Sasha Barrow

“Let me have it!” Sasha felt a bolt of excitement when she saw the gun, which had a short shiny barrel and a dark wooden handle. She leaned over to pick it up, but Julian caught her hand.

“No, don’t.”

“I want to hold it.”


“Why not?” Sasha couldn’t believe that Julian was asking her such a stupid question. She couldn’t believe that he was saying no to her, either. He’d been in love with her forever. “Have you ever held a gun?”

“Not before this one.”

“David, have you?” Sasha turned to him.

“Sure. My uncle hunts. He has rifles and a handgun just like this.”

“What kind of gun is it?”

“A .38 special. A revolver. It’s old.”

“How old?”

“I don’t know. This newspaper is from June 2, 1995.” David held up a crumpled sports page. “Doesn’t mean it was buried that day, but whatever.”

Sasha returned her attention to Julian. “Julian, it’s not yours just because you found it.”

Julian smiled. “Ever hear of finders keepers?”

“How old are you? Twelve?”

Julian’s smile evaporated, and Sasha reminded herself to be nicer. Her father always said you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar and that her mother should try it sometime. Sasha knew her parents were going to get divorced someday, because her mother was human vinegar.

Sasha forced a smile. “Can I please just hold it?”

“Guys?” Allie raised her hand. “If you found a gun, I think you should take it to the police. I mean, you guys heard about Columbine. You can’t have a gun. It’s zero-tolerance. Just turn it in.”

“Who asked you?” Sasha glared at Allie, who wasn’t even a friend of theirs.

“But it could be a murder weapon.” Allie shuddered. “Why would somebody bury a gun? Is it loaded?”

“No,” Julian answered.

Sasha snorted. “Julian, let’s load it!”

“We don’t have any bullets.”

“Then buy some! Don’t you want to shoot it? Let’s do it!”

Julian shook his head. “We can’t. People will hear. The houses are too close.”

“So let’s go somewhere else!” Sasha threw up her hands. “Duh!”

“No, don’t.” Allie clucked. “You probably need a permit, and it’s dangerous.”

Sasha turned to her, angry. “Allie, don’t be stupid. It’s a gun, not a bomb. No police are going to know we have it. We could put it in a backpack.”

David shook his head. “I agree with Allie. I don’t think we should move it. Even though it’s old, the owner could come back for it. We don’t want to let on we found it.”

“Oh, enough!” Sasha dove between the boys, grabbed the gun, and scooted a few steps away.

Julian advanced on Sasha. “Give it back, please. It’s not a toy.”

“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Sasha loved holding the gun. It felt heavy in her hand and packed so much power. Even without bullets, it excited her.

Julian held out his hand. “Sasha, please?”

“No, I just want to see it!” Sasha held him off with an arm. The metal was silver, and she ran a fingertip along the side, where it had been damaged. “This is scratched.”

Julian nodded. “They destroyed the serial numbers so the gun couldn’t be traced.”

“How do you know that?”

“I researched it. The round part is the cylinder, where the bullets go. The holes that hold the bullets are called ‘chambers.’ There are five, so it holds five bullets. Or ‘rounds.’”

“And the cylinder revolves.” Sasha pressed a little lever, which freed the cylinder to spin. “That’s why they call it a revolver.”

“Exactly.” Julian smiled.

“It feels really good.” Sasha aimed the gun, double-fisted. She was pretty sure she could hit anything she wanted. It was a thrill.

David frowned. “Sasha, you’re being freaky.”

Allie added, “Sasha, we have to get going. They’ll notice we’re missing.”

“Almost done.” Sasha flopped the gun over in her palm and pressed the lever again. The cylinder popped open, revealing five perfectly round chambers, then she closed it again.

“Give it back.” Julian held out his hand. “And you have to agree to not tell anybody about it. Agree?”

“Bang!” Sasha shouted, pretending to shoot him, and they all laughed.

Except Allie.


Chapter Four

David Hybrinski

David worried that the gun wasn’t a secret anymore. He hid his annoyance as Sasha gave it back to Julian, who rewrapped it in the newspaper. Sasha had a million friends, and she wouldn’t keep it to herself for long. She was used to having her own way. Pretty girls got away with murder.

“Here we go.” Julian started to put the gun in the hole, but Sasha stopped him, frowning.

“I think Allie should have to touch the gun, so all of our fingerprints are on it. Like, we’re in possession, and we could get caught, so she should be in possession, too.”

Julian hesitated, but David knew that Julian would do whatever Sasha wanted. He always did. David, Julian, and Sasha had gone to elementary and middle school together, but Julian had gone to Lutheran Academy for high school. David had thought Julian was going to jump off a bridge because it wasn’t Sasha’s school, but his parents had made him go. They didn’t think he was challenged enough in the public school. When David told his mother that, she laughed. Because she was a teacher in a public school.

Allie made a face. “I don’t want to touch the gun.”

“You have to,” Sasha shot back. “Why don’t you want your fingerprints on the gun?”

“It’s not that, it’s just that I don’t, well, I don’t really want to touch it.”

Julian unwrapped the gun. “Allie, you should touch it. We all keep the secret. We’re all in the pact.”

“What pact?” Allie frowned, leaning back on her hurt ankle.

“Just do it.” Sasha raised her voice, and David knew Allie was no match for Sasha, who was definitely going to win this argument. Allie was too nice, and he remembered that her big sister died. He couldn’t even think how he would feel if his big brother died. The school planted a tree for Allie’s sister, but David doubted that was any consolation.

Sasha met Julian’s eye directly. “Give it to Allie, so she can touch it.”

Julian held out the gun. “Allie, it’s not that big a deal.”

David felt bad for her. “Allie, do it to make them happy.”

Sasha shot David a dirty look, but didn’t say anything.

“Oh, fine.” Allie patted the gun quickly, then handed it back to Julian. “Here.”

David liked Allie for standing up to Sasha. Sasha was too mean to other girls. He remembered how a few years ago, some girl skater tried to break Nancy Kerrigan’s leg, and he’d thought, That’s something Sasha would do.

There was a shout, and they looked up to see one of the other runners standing at the top of the hill. “Sasha, Allie!” she called out, her shout scattering the birds from the trees. “What are you doing?”

“Allie turned her ankle!” Sasha called back coolly. “We’ll be right up!”

David edged his backpack over the open hole. Sasha stepped next to him, blocking the girl’s view.

The girl called down, “Is Allie okay?”

“Yes, go back and tell them we’re coming!”

The girl turned around and ran off.

David exhaled slowly, with relief.

“Let’s bury this thing.” Julian squatted, moved the backpack, and put the gun in the hole.

“Pack it deep.” David knelt next to him, shoving mounds of dirt over the gun. His father would kill him if he got in trouble. He had to get good grades and do well. He played varsity tennis and was already a nationally ranked junior player. The next Pete Sampras, his father always said. Meanwhile Sasha and Allie were starting up the hill.

“See you guys,” Sasha called over her shoulder.

“Catch you later,” Julian said, pressing down on the dirt.

“Remember, no telling, Sasha.” David pushed dirt into the hole, relieved to see that it covered the gun completely.

Sasha didn’t reply. “Allie, you have to go fast or she’ll come back.”

“I’m going as fast as I can.”

“Fine,” Sasha said in a way that meant it wasn’t fine.

David packed down the dirt, recognizing Sasha’s tone of voice because his mother used the same one when his father worked late. He wondered when Sasha had turned into his mom, but whatever. She was Julian’s crush, not his.

Julian brushed dirt off his hands. “We need leaves for on top. It can’t look freshly buried.”

“Good idea.” David felt the tension ease in his chest. Julian was smart, even if he was a little weird. They’d been best friends since they both took tennis lessons on the courts at the development. They grew up bonding over forehands and videogames like Doom and Donkey Kong and became a doubles team in middle school, winning local tournaments. David was the better player because Julian ran around his backhand. David had taught him not to. Turn your body. Get your racket back. You can do it. That was how David knew Julian didn’t have as much confidence as he acted.

“Here we go.” Julian hurried over with dried leaves and twigs, letting them fall to the ground. “What do you think?”

“Good job.” David could hear the girls arguing as they climbed the hill, then suddenly Allie yelped. He looked over to see Allie sitting on the ground, holding her ankle. Sasha was standing over her, her hands on her hips, another thing that David’s mother did.

Sasha yelled down the hill. “Julian, come here!”

“We’re coming!” Julian stood up, grabbing his backpack, with his tennis racket zippered into the top. “David, we can get the bikes later.”

“Sasha’s in a mood, isn’t she?” David rose and picked up his backpack, too.

“Allie’s such a baby.” Julian started up the hill.

“She’s hurt. She fell on her ankle.”

“It’s not like she broke it.”

“A sprain can hurt worse than a break.”

Julian snorted. “If you’re fat.”

“Shh.” David didn’t want Allie to hear, but he got the feeling that Julian didn’t care. They reached the girls, and David stepped in and took Allie by the arm. “Allie, I’ll help you. All you have to do is stand up. One, two—”

“Not too fast!” Allie said, nervous.

“I’ll go slow, don’t worry. One, two, three.” David eased Allie to a stand and looped her arm around his neck. “There you go.”

“Thanks.” Allie smiled shakily.

“We’ll go ahead.” Sasha started back up the hill, and Julian hurried to fall into step with her. They headed off, laughing and talking in low tones.

David knew they were making fun of Allie, and Allie knew it, too. He wished he could tell her not to care. They climbed the hill slowly, with Allie huffing and puffing, holding on to his neck. He didn’t have a hard time talking to girls, but he felt tongue-tied with Allie, maybe because her sister died. He didn’t know whether to bring up the sister or not, then he thought that if his brother died, he wouldn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t say anything. Her body felt warm against his side, and their hips kept bumping together. She smelled like flowers, but not perfume. Nice, like soap.

Allie hopped along. “I’m sorry I’m so . . . heavy.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Whatever, I like heavy things.” David looked over, and Allie burst into startled laughter, so he realized that was the wrong thing to say. “No, I mean, like, my favorite book is a thousand pages. I’m not kidding. It’s heavy but it’s a great book.”

Allie nodded. “I love thick books, too. With maps in the front.”

“Really?” David liked her, or maybe he felt sorry for her, but either way it came out the same.

“What’s your favorite book?”

David told her, and then he couldn’t stop talking.

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Someone Knows 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 42 reviews.
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It held my attention and kept me interested. It became very interesting once it switched to the adults, I could not put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read great reviews on this book but I just couldnt disagree more. I couldnt find a character to.relate to, as the main character just isnt likeable to me. The plot doesnt change much and i predicted most of the ending. Some of the twists are too unbelievable and made me roll my eyes. I hate writing poor reviews because Im an avid reader, but this is a solid no for me. It did read fast, i got done in about 3 hours.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great book by Lisa Scottoline. This book with its twists and turns and such a surprising ending.
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Couldn’t put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this one, although definitely not her best. It is engaging, & the twists are excellent. My only criticism would be that the book was a bit longer than necessary, meaning that one part didn't really need as much page time as it received. I definitely recommend it, however, and it was really good.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lots of twists and turns.I enjoyed reading this book.I couldn’t put it down.I love to read and now I have a new author who has wrote several more books to treasure and entertain my mind.
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Katie__B More than 1 year ago
2.5 stars Too much. It's like the author threw everything but the kitchen sink into this one. Despite having some problems with it, I still was interested in the story until the last quarter of the book or so. At that point though, it veered so far into ridiculous territory it made me cranky. I had read and enjoyed a book by the author a few years ago and had plans to check out her other books but never got around to it until now. When the opportunity to read an advance copy of this one popped up, I jumped on it. I found the premise of the book intriguing as it's basically a story about a group of people who were involved in something terrible back when they were teenagers. Twenty years later the secret they have kept about what really happened is taking a toll on their lives. The majority of the characters in this book are unlikable people, but that's not really the problem I had with the story. The mystery of what happened and what was going to happen in the present time was enough to sustain my interest so it didn't matter much to me I didn't like some of the people. I had much more of an issue with too many characters being used to advance the plot. It led to too many unnecessary side plots. I assume the author did this to add depth to the teenage characters, but in my opinion it made things worse. It began to feel like every problem a character faced was one rotten cliche after another. I basically hated the last 75 pages or so and it's what brought the book down from a 3 star read to 2.5 stars. In order for something to be shocking it has to be believable and to me the big finale or whatever you might call it just didn't ring true. Yes, everything tied in together but again, too much. Even though this one ended on a sour note and didn't completely work for me, I would still read another novel by the author. She is talented and you get to see glimmers of that in this book but unfortunately I think this is a case of being overly ambitious and it not paying off in the end. Thank you to First to Read for the opportunity to read an advance digital copy! I was under no obligation to post a review and all views expressed are my honest opinion.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Beautifully written.
Anonymous 9 months ago
I have a new author to add to my all-time favorites! Someone Knows was every bit and more of the page-turner I was told it would be. The story is realistic and very well developed as is each character. With plot twists and character development where the smallest, seemingly insignificant detail about him or her making major differences in the overall plot, Someone Knows is one of the best reads I have had in quite some time.
L.M.Spaeth More than 1 year ago
Good To The Last Jaw Drop. This was a thrilling adventure of 20 years of secrets, built up tension, nightmares, wrecked lives and multiple murders. My mouth kept dropping open at some of these events………especially towards the end of the book. All I can say is “Wow, what a ride”!!! Thanks Lisa for another breathtaking book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
good page turner
Jessica_Wendorf More than 1 year ago
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. You did it again. There is something about her stand-alone books that bring me (and my MIL) immeasurable amounts of joy. I would like to note that my mother in law said she ended up skimming a little towards the end because she needed to know what happened. I did not, I knew better. When I saw this book was coming out (even my husband knew, he’s not a reader), I knew I would be getting my hands on it one way or another. To be frank, I spend very little time actually researching what the book is about. It’s Lisa Scottoline, I know I’m in for a treat regardless of the storyline. The story is based around Allie and how she has handled/not handled several tragedies in her life but also involves three other main characters: Kyle, Julian, and Sasha. The story begins in the 1990s to the present day. Their stories start as teenagers playing a Russian Roulette “initiation” prank on Kyle with what they thought was an unloaded gun. Unfortunately, the gun was loaded with a single bullet and Kyle died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. The story unfolds over the course of 20 years when Allie decides she can no longer keep the secret. It is at that point when the real story unfolds and where Scottoline’s talent for creating a superior storyline shines. With that said, after I finished the book, I looked up some review because I was wondering what others thought. I was surprised to see such mixed reviews. I did love the book, but it took me about 100 pages to get that eager excitement that Scottoline’s books almost always give me. It did start a little slow for my taste, but after completing the book I can understand the purpose of why it was written this way in order for the long term storyline to play out. I noticed a lot of comments about the way the book was written in regards to the layout, but I really enjoyed it. Each chapter was written short and narrated by a specific character. At first, that was a little confusing for me, but after a few sentences, I would get my groove back. After a few chapters, I started to develop an understanding of each character. I found myself rushing because I would want to know what the next character’s thoughts were. In my opinion, it also helped with character development and allowed the reader to develop a personal relationship with each character. The only character I would have liked to know more about is Kyle. If you enjoy being thrown for a loop and a quick page-turner, I highly recommend this perfect summer thriller. I can’t wait to see what she has up her sleeve next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read every one of Lisa's books and this one kept me interested until the very last page!
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
3.5 Stars rounded up. Someone Knows was good, but not great. Lisa Scottoline is one of my favorite authors and an automatic read for me, but this one was a bit disappointing. Someone Knows is the story of five teenagers who make a horrible mistake. It’s told through the alternating viewpoints of the teenagers and their parents, which was a bit confusing at times due to the number of characters. The novel begins with a present-day funeral but then slips back twenty years to tell the story from the beginning. I felt that this part was a bit long and detailed and parts could have been cut to shorten the book and hold the interest of the reader a bit more. After the stage is set, we move back into the present and the results of this impulsive act and huge mistake. This is where the suspense ratchets up, but it also becomes a bit unbelievable to me. I am not sure what drives the action of one of the characters. The story tests the bonds of friendship and family and reveals the impact secrets can have on our lives. The characters are not always believable, but they are relatable. The plot is full of unexpected twists with a surprising ending. The short chapters kept me turning the pages to find out what would happen next, so I read this one relatively quickly. Overall, this was an enjoyable read, but not up to what I have come to expect from Lisa Scottoline. I am still happy to have read this story. If you are a Scottoline fan, you will want to read this one as it is still a good, well-written story. If this is your first of her books, do not judge her stories by this one, if is not one of her best.
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Riveting from the start.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once again a great read. Keeps you interested the whole way through. ?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was hard to read because i really liked kyle and my heart broke for him and his mother. I also thought that somehow kyles mom and allies dad should have ended up together.