Just a few years ago, Corie Geller was busting terrorists mainly because a realtor for the FBI. But at thirty-five, she exchanged in her badge for the balance of relationship and motherhood. Now Corie is wedded to the brilliant and remarkably good-looking Judge Josh Geller and is the adoptive mother of his lovely 14-year-old child. Between cooking foods and playing chauffeur, Corie scouts Arabic fiction for a few literary organizations and, on Wednesdays, offers lunch with her fellow Shorehaven freelancers at a so-so about Calls for One to Understand One French restaurant. Life is, as the saying goes, fine. But at her weekly lunches, Corie senses that something’s off. Pete Delaney, a milquetoast bundle designer, always shows up early, rests in the same spot (often with a different phone in hand), and continues one eye for the Jeep he parks in the lot across the street. Corie intuitively feels that Pete is usually hiding something?and as a person who is accustomed to keeping her FBI recent from her new neighbours, she should know. But will Pete really have a shady alternate life, or is certainly Corie just imagining things, desperate to add some spark to her humdrum suburban lifestyle? She decides that the only path to find out is to pull out her FBI toolkit and have a deep dive into Pete Delaney’s affairs. Generally sassy, clever, and wickedly witty, Susan Isaacs is at her formidable best in a novel that’s both bitingly wry and ominously thrilling.