They entered the house through the sliding glass doors in the
basement, which Becca, their fifteen-year-old, sometimes left ajar to sneak in friends at night.
Upstairs, April Glassman stirred in her bed. She always had an
ear for noises late at night. The curse of having a teenager. Marc
could go on snoozing forever, through fire alarms, she would joke, but April had a built-in antenna for the sounds of Becca tiptoeing
in past curfew or Amos, their goldendoodle, on guard at the living
room window, scratching at the glass over a late-night deer or
squirrel.
The house was a large, red-brick Georgian at the end of a private
drive off Cat Rock Road in backcountry Greenwich. Every bend in the wood seemed to magnify at night. She opened her eyes and checked the time on the TV cable box. Two thirteen a.m. She lay there for a few seconds, listening. She definitely heard something creaks on the floorboards, muffled voicesÑin the foyer or on the stairs.
Suddenly Amos started barking.
“Marc . . .” She nudged her husband.
“Honey, what?” Marc Glassman groaned, mashing his pillow
into a ball and rolling over. She leaned over and shook his arm. “I heard something.”
“Probably just Amos. Maybe he spotted a deer. You know those
bastards never decide to come out before two a.m.”
“No,” she said, alarmed. “I heard voices.”
“Okay, okay . . .” Marc exhaled, giving in. He opened his eyes
and took a peek at the clock. “Grrr... I’m sure it’s just Becca ...”
Their daughter now had a boyfriend at the high school, a junior
on the wrestling team, who drove, introducing a whole new set of
complications to their lives. Lately she’d been sneaking out after
the two of them had gone to sleep, or on weekends, sneaking in her
friends at all hours of the night.
“No. It’s a Sunday, Marc,” April replied, recalling how she
had kissed her daughter good night hours ago and left her curled
up in bed with Facebook going strong and a chemistry textbook
on her lap.
“Not anymore . . .” Groggily, he sat up, rubbing a hand across
his face, flicking on the light. “I was just gonna get up and check
out the overnights anyway.”
From the book RECKLESS: A Novel by Andrew Gross. Copyright î 2010 by Andrew Gross. Reprinted by permission of William Morrow, an Imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.
In Reckless, James Patterson’s former co-author Andrew Gross brings back his Connecticut detective Ty Hauck, who’s left law enforcement for a big-time job with a private security firm. But when a Wall Street trader and his wife and child are murdered during a home invasion, Hauck, who was once the dead woman’s lover, feels compelled to investigate, and what he learns is startling. Beginning with a rich businessman’s questionable suicide followed by an international playboy who faked his ties to the jet set, Hauck uncovers a brazen worldwide conspiracy aimed at America’s financial markets. What’s more, the plotters have left an impressive trail of blood, and Hauck can’t afford to be reckless if he wants to survive.
Hardcover : 416 pages
Publisher: William Morrow & Co, Inc/Imp Of Har ( March 30, 2010 )
Item #: 12-945905
ISBN: 9780061655951
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.99inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)

I love Andrew Gross, and I love the Ty Hauck character. I will also admit to not being the smartest knife in the drawer, but to me there was too much going on here and too many characters and plots to put together. It definitely won't keep me from reading the next one. Keep Ty alive!!
Reviewer: Toddg
Definitely not his best book. I got halfway through it and didn't finish it. His first 3 books were much better. Looking forward to his next one.
Reviewer: S H
I didn't think it was one of his best novels. thought it was just okay. Look forward to his next book
Reviewer: Debbie W
This is the third book of Gross's that I have read...and I think it is the best. Great story, good characters and so believeable, you almost think it is what really happened to our world economy. Very timely, pick it up today!
Reviewer: Nancy T
Gross keeps the story moving.Wall Street conspiracy,new character Treasuray agent Naiomi Blum.A page turner.
Reviewer: Pat M
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