Keep Quiet

Keep Quiet

by Lisa Scottoline

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How far will one father go to save his son?

Jake Buckman’s relationship with his sixteen-year-old son Ryan is not an easy one, so at the urging of his loving wife, Pam, Jake goes alone to pick up Ryan at their suburban movie theater. On the way home, Ryan asks to drive on a deserted road, and Jake sees it as a chance to make a connection. However, what starts as a father-son bonding opportunity instantly turns into a nightmare. Tragedy strikes, and with Ryan’s entire future hanging in the balance, Jake is forced to make a split-second decision that plunges them both into a world of guilt and lies. Jake and Ryan find themselves living under the crushing weight of their secret, which threatens to tear the whole family apart. . .

New York Times bestselling author Lisa Scottoline delivers once again with Keep Quiet, an emotionally gripping and complex story about one man's split-second decision to protect his son - and the devastating consequences that follow.

Praise for Lisa Scottoline:

“Lisa Scottoline writes riveting thrillers that keep me up all night, with plots that twist and turn.”—Harlan Coben

“Another winning novel of unparalleled suspense.”—Library Journal

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781427244680
Publisher: MacMillan Audio
Publication date: 02/28/2014
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 7.30(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

LISA SCOTTOLINE is the New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award-winning author of the Rosato & DiNunzio series, as well as One Perfect Lie, Most Wanted, and many others. She has 30 million copies of her books in print in the United States, she has been published in thirty-five countries, and her thrillers have been optioned for television and film. Lisa also writes a weekly column with her daughter, Francesca Serritella, for The Philadelphia Inquirer, and those critically acclaimed stories have been adapted into a series of memoirs, the first of which is entitled Why My Third Husband Will Be a Dog. 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

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Keep Quiet

By Lisa Scottoline

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ISBN: 978-1-4668-4204-5


Jake Buckman knew his son had a secret, because his wife told him so. They didn't know what it was but they suspected it was about a girl, since Ryan had been texting non-stop and dressing better for school, which meant he actually cared if his jeans were clean. Jake wished he and his son were closer, but it was probably too late to turn it around. Ryan was sixteen years old, and Jake couldn't compete with girls, friends, the basketball team, Facebook, Call of Duty, Xbox, Jay-Z, Instagram, and pepperoni pizza. No father could, least of all an accountant.

Jake drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting in front of the multiplex for Ryan, who'd gone to the movies with his teammates. The rift between father and son began five years ago, when Jake lost his job. The accounting firm he'd worked for had gone bankrupt in the recession, and he'd been out of a job for almost a year. They'd lived on his unemployment, his wife's salary, and savings, but he felt ashamed at the brave smile on Pam's face, the snow globe of bills on the kitchen table, and the endless rejection from jobs for which he was overqualified.

He shuddered, thinking back. Since he hadn't been able to get a job, he'd done something he'd always wanted to do, start his own financial-planning business. He named it Gardenia Trust for Pam's favorite perfume and he'd dedicated himself to getting it off the ground. He'd worked days and nights at a rented cubicle, cold-calling everyone he knew to drum up clients. He'd said yes to every speaking engagement, keynote or not. He'd given seminars at retirement villages, Rotary Clubs, and libraries. In time he became one of the top-ten ranked financial planners in southeastern Pennsylvania, but it had taken a toll on his family. He and Pam had fixed their marriage with counseling, but in the meantime, Ryan had grown up. Only Pam believed Jake could still fix his relationship with Ryan before their son left for college. She'd encouraged him, even tonight.

Go pick him up at the movie, she'd said. He's expecting me, but you go instead.

The movie theater was wedged between Best Buy and Nordstrom, and cars idled out front, their exhausts making chalky plumes. Jake wondered if some of the other parents were in the cars, but he wouldn't recognize them anyway. He'd only attended one or two parents' nights, a National Honor Society induction, and assorted basketball finals, because Ryan played varsity. Pam went to all of Ryan's games, having more flexibility in her work schedule, and Jake had told himself that her being there was the same as his being there, as if he could parent by proxy. He'd been wrong. He'd made himself superfluous in his own son's life. His wife was the keynote.

A crowd flowed from the multiplex, lighting cigarettes, checking phones, and chatting as they passed in front of his headlights. Jake looked over to see Ryan push open the exit door with his shoulder and roll out of the theater with his teammates, whose names Jake had made a point to memorize: Caleb, Benjamin, and Raj. They were all tall, but Ryan was the biggest at six foot five and 225 pounds, the scruffy tentpole of a shuffling group of shaggy haircuts, black North Face jackets, and saggy pants — except for the two girls.

Jake shifted upward in the driver's seat, surprised. He hadn't known Ryan and his buddies were going to the movies with any girls and he was pretty sure Pam didn't, either. One girl was a redhead and the other a long-haired blonde, who stood near Ryan. Jake wondered if the blonde was the mystery girl and if he could get a conversation going about it with Ryan on the way home. Pam always said her best conversations with him happened spontaneously, while they were driving around. If so, Jake would plan his spontaneity.

The girls waved good-bye, and he waited for Ryan to notice the Audi. He'd texted to say he was coming, but Ryan hadn't replied, so he couldn't be sure the text got delivered. Jake didn't honk, wave, or do something else dorky, so as not to embarrass himself or suburban fathers in general.

Jake saw Ryan slide his iPhone from his pocket and flick his bangs back, so that the phone illuminated his son's face. Ryan had large, warm brown eyes, a long, thin nose and largish mouth, his handsome features framed by wavy, chestnut-brown hair, which he kept longish. Everybody said Ryan was the spitting image of his father, but Jake knew that was true too many years and twenty-five pounds ago. Jake was forty-six years old, with crow's-feet, graying temples, and a starter paunch to prove it. He always said that Ryan got his size from his father, but his brains from his mother, which was the best of both.

Jake watched as Ryan looked up from his iPhone, spotted the Audi, and jerked his chin up in acknowledgment, then slapped Caleb's palm and came toward the car. Jake unlocked the passenger door, and Ryan opened it and slid inside, his jacket sliding against the leather seat.

"Where's Mom?" he asked, eyebrows lifting.

"She was busy, so I figured I'd come. How was the movie?"

"Okay. You left Moose home?" Ryan kept an eye on his iPhone screen.

"Oops, yeah." Jake hadn't thought to take the dog, though Pam carted him everywhere. He disengaged the brake, fed the car gas, and headed for the exit.

"I get you didn't want him to come. This car is too awesome." Ryan kept his head down, his thumbs flying as he texted, growing the blue electronic bubble on the phone screen.

"No, it's not that. I forgot. I'll bring him next time."

"Don't. He'll drool on the seats. We must keep the machine pristine." Ryan paused as he read the screen. "You mind if I keep texting? I want to stay with this convo."

"It's okay, do your thing." Jake steered around the back of the King of Prussia mall, where the lights of JCPenney, Macy's, and Neiman Marcus brightened a cloudy night sky. Cars were rushing everywhere; it was Friday night, the busy beginning to the weekend. It should have been colder for February, but it wasn't. A light fog thickened the air, and Jake remembered something he had learned tonight from the pretty weathergirl on TV.

Fog is a cloud on the ground.

He turned the defrost to maximum and accelerated toward Route 202, heading for open road. Ryan texted away, his hip-hop ringtone going off at regular intervals, punctuated by the Apple-generated swoosh. Jake wondered if his son was talking to the mystery girl. He himself remembered racking up huge phone bills when he first dated Pam, at college. He'd fallen for her their freshman year at Pitt and felt unbelievably lucky when she married him. She was a great wife, and he gave her total credit for Ryan being so well-adjusted and popular, despite his naturally reserved manner. He was earning A's in AP courses, got solid SAT scores, and was already being recruited by college basketball programs, some Division I.

Jake switched into the slow lane, heading for the exit. He wanted to ask Ryan about the girls, but he'd warm up first. "So, how was the movie?"

"Good. Like I said."

"Oh, right." Jake forgot, he had asked that already. "How's Caleb? And Raj and Benjamin?" He wanted to show he remembered the names.


"Everybody ready for the finals?"


Jake was getting nowhere fast. He still wanted to know about the girls, and according to Pam, the trick with Ryan was to act like you didn't care about the answer to the question you'd asked, or you'd never get an answer. So he said, offhandedly, "By the way, who were those girls at the movie?"

Ryan didn't look up from his phone, his thumbs in overdrive. Pink and green bubbles popped onto his phone screen, so he was texting with more than one person, like a conference call for teenagers.

"Ryan?" Jake tried again. "The girls at the movie, who were they?"

"Girls from school."

"Oh. Friends?"

"Yeah." Ryan still didn't look up.

"Nice." Jake let it go, an epic fail, in the vernacular. He pressed a button to lower the window, breathing in the moist, cool air. The fog was thickening, softening the blackness of the night, and the traffic dropped off as they approached the Concordia Corporate Center. They passed glowing signs for SMS and Microsoft, then turned onto Concordia Boulevard, which was lined with longer-stay hotels. He'd eaten enough of their reception-desk chocolate chip cookies to last a lifetime, because even his out-of-town clients were in the suburbs, the new home of American business.

Jake returned to his thoughts. His own office was in a nearby corporate center, and he spent his days ping-ponging between his corporate center and his clients' corporate centers, after which he drove home to his housing development. Some days the only trees he saw were builder's-grade evergreens, planted in zigzag patterns. Lately he felt as if his life were developed, rather than lived. He was a financial planner, but he was coming to believe that too much planning wasn't natural for trees or accountants.

Fog misted the windshield, and the wipers went on to clear his view, and Ryan chuckled softly. "Dad, this car is sick. I love how it wipes the windshield automatically."

"Me, too." Jake grinned, feeling the spark of a reconnection. They both liked cars, and last year, when Jake's old Tahoe hit 132,000 miles, he'd bought the Audi, mainly because Ryan had lobbied for one. Jake was a born Chevy guy, but Ryan had built umpteen online versions of the flashy Audi on the company website and designed what he called a "dream machine" — an A6 sedan with a 3.0 liter engine, Brilliant Black exterior, Black leather interior, and Brushed Aluminum inlay on the dashboard. They'd gone together to pick it up, and Jake had given Ryan a few driving lessons in it, when Ryan had the time.

"Dude." Ryan shifted forward, sliding the phone into his jacket pocket. "We're coming up on Pike Road. Can I drive?"

Jake checked the dashboard clock, which read 11:15. "You're not supposed to drive after eleven o'clock. You only have a learner's permit."

"But Dad, I've had it for five months already. I only have one month left before I can get my license. I did fifty-five out of the sixty-five hours, and all the nighttime driving hours and bad-weather hours. And you're with me, you're an adult."

"It doesn't matter, technically."

Ryan deflated. "Oh, come on, there's never traffic on Pike, not on the weekends. I can do it, Dad. You know I'm an excellent driver."

"We'll see when we get to Pike. If there's people around, no." Jake wanted to keep the conversational momentum going, especially when Ryan's ringtone started up again. "So. It sounds like you're in demand tonight."

"I'm blowing up." Ryan smiled.

"Is something going on, or is it just the usual women beating down your door?"

Ryan snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm a chick magnet."

"Nobody's a chick magnet, buddy. That's why God invented cars."

"Ha!" Ryan slapped his hands together. "That's what I'm talking about! Agree!"

Yes! Jake realized he'd said the exact right thing, and Ryan shifted around to face him, with a new grin.

"When I get my license, you'll lend me the machine, right? I won't have to drive the Tahoe all the time."

"I will." Jake smiled.

"Awesome! Dad, guess what, I'm so stoked. I might have a date tomorrow night."

Bingo! "Really? Who?"

"Wait. Whoa. Hold on, it's Pike Road, we're here. Please, please, pull over." Ryan gestured to the right side of Pike, where the asphalt ended without a curb. "Right over there."

"Relax, remain calm." Jake braked as he approached the street.

"Please let me drive. We're almost home. Look, the place is dead." Ryan waved toward the corporate center. The follow-up ringtone sounded in his pocket. "Can I drive?"

"We'll see." Jake cruised to a stop, letting an oncoming truck pass, then made a left and pulled over, so he could scope out the scene. Pike Road was a long street that ran between the woods on its right and the Concordia Corporate Center, on its left. It was used mainly as a shortcut to the corporate-center parking lots, and during the week, corporate running teams and athletic teams from Jake's high school used it to train. There was no traffic on the weekends.

"Dad, please." Ryan leaned over, his eyes pleading, and Jake didn't want to ruin the mood.

"Okay, let's do it."

"Sweet!" Ryan threw open the door and jumped out of the car. Jake engaged the parking brake, opened the door, and straightened up, but Ryan was already running around the front, slapping him a strong high-five. "Thanks, dude!"

Jake laughed, delighted. "Speed limit is forty, but watch out for deer."

"Gotcha!" Ryan plopped into the driver's seat, and Jake walked to the passenger seat, got in, and closed the door behind him. He didn't have to adjust the seat because they were the same size.

"Now. Hold on. Before you go anywhere, adjust the mirrors, outside and in."

"On it." Ryan pushed the button to rotate the outside mirror, then reached for the rearview, and Jake watched him line it up, with approval. His son was careful and methodical, a perfectionist like him. Ryan even enjoyed practicing, especially basketball. Once he had told Jake that it took two-and-a-half hours to shoot a thousand foul shots, and Jake didn't have to ask Ryan how he knew.

"Don't forget your harness."

"I wasn't going to." Ryan fastened himself into the seat with a click.

"I have the low beams on. For this street, with no lights, I recommend the high beams."

"Agree." Ryan peered at the dashboard and switched them on.

"Take a second and look around." Jake looked down the street with Ryan, the high beams cutting the light fog. Pike Road was a straight shot the length of the corporate center, then took a sharp curve to the right. Tall trees lined the road, their branches jagged and bare.

"Good to go." Ryan released the emergency brake as his phone signaled an incoming text.

"Don't even think about getting that text. No texting while driving." Jake himself had stopped texting while he drove unless he was at a stoplight, and he talked on the phone only if he had the Bluetooth.

"I know." Ryan fed the car gas. The follow-up ringtone played but he stayed focused on his driving. "That's just Caleb, anyway. He's hyper tonight. He likes one of those girls we were with, the redhead with the white coat."

"I saw her." Jake relaxed in the seat, since Ryan had everything in control.

"Anyway, this girl I might go out with tomorrow night? She's new." Ryan smiled as he drove, warming to the topic. "Her family moved here over the summer from Texas. She rides horses. Barrel-racing. How baller is that?"

"Baller." Jake knew baller meant good. They passed Dolomite Road on their left, which ran behind the corporate center. "Was she the other girl at the movie? The blonde?"

"Yes." Ryan burst into an excited grin. "Did you see her? Isn't she mad cute?"

"I did see her. She's very cute."

"Yo, I'd be so lucky to be with this girl! She's short, but it works on her, you know?"

"Sure. Short is good. I like short. Your mom is short." Jake smiled. Pam was only five foot three, and his mother had called them Mutt and Jeff, back in the days when people knew who Mutt and Jeff were. Jake's mother had died ten years ago of blood cancer, and he still missed her every day. He didn't miss his father at all, though his father had outlived his mother by six years, which proved that not only was life unfair but death was, too.

"Her name's kinda weird, not gonna lie. Janine Mae Lamb. Janine Mae is her first name. You have to say both names." Ryan maintained his speed as they approached the curve, marked by a caution sign with an arrow pointing right.

"I don't think that's a weird name. I think it's pretty. Feminine." Jake made approving noises to keep up the good vibe. The car's headlights illuminated the caution sign, setting its fluorescence aglow. "Lower your speed. It's a blind curve."

"On it." Ryan slowed down.

"So what's she like, personality-wise?"

"She's funny. She has a Texas accent. She says pin when she means pen."

"Accents are good. Accents can be adorable."

"Agree!" Ryan beamed as they reached the curve, and Jake felt happy for him.

"So you're going out with her tomorrow night? Why don't you take her someplace nice, on me, like a restaurant?"

"A restaurant? Dude, we're not olds like you!" Ryan looked over in disbelief as he steered around the curve, and Jake met his eye, bursting into laughter.


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L875 More than 1 year ago
I am not a suspense person. I am a "life is scary enough" person but I had read Lisa Scottoline's non-fiction and loved it so I wanted to read the type of book she is most renowned for. I don't want to say anything that gives anything away. It was a great story. The scenario of how things began was a little too realistic when you have kids that age which is what made it so suspenseful. It feels like what happened at the beginning of the book could happen. The story brings up the interesting point of how concerned we are with our kids' futures to the exclusion of what is actually happening in the present. Is what we imagine we want for their future more important than anything that's going on right now? But beyond that, it was just an incredibly suspenseful story that you just can't put down. I received this book as a First Reads free copy. I loved it and it was a great opportunity to read Lisa Scottoline's fiction for the first time. I will definitely read more. 4/14/2014 A friend and patron at our library has read ALL of Lisa Scottoline's books but when she read this one she said it was her best ever. She read it in 3 hours and is suggesting it to all of her friends who also love it. She wanted me to add that to the review for her.
XXXOOOBookwormOOOXXX More than 1 year ago
It's about protecting one's family. And how far would you go? The story follows Jake who goes to pick up Ryan at their suburban movie theater. On the way home, Jake let Ryan drive and they met with a tragic accident resulting in the death of a girl from school. Keep Quiet is all about the split second decision that Jake made at that critical moment which changes everything. But can a secret remain a secret for long? Things begin to unravel when a stranger threatens to expose everything. Gripping, impossible to put down. Grabs you in chapter one and never lets go. Just when you think nothing else could possibly change, there is another twist. I've always been a fan, this is one of her best!  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an intense and powerful storyline that really is a mind-blower. This psychological suspense thriller will not allow you to tear yourself away from the pages. Interesting, incrediblae and so worth your time. I recommend all of Lisa's books. She's amazing!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have never written a review and read at least a book a week. This is by far the best book I have read in years! I couldn't put it down, every turn of the page was a new twist. I didn't get much sleep in the two and a half days! Loved it! SO Columbus Ohio
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I would recommend this book to those who enjoy a pleasant reading experience with just the right mixture of intrigue and drama.
quaintinns More than 1 year ago
As I began KEEP QUIET, this riveting thriller, via audiobook (highly recommend with narrator Ron Livingston), planning on a few chapters before bedtime, (you know just to relax and unwind)….KEEP QUIET hooked me within the first 10 minutes! No way could I sleep, with my heart pounding, waiting to see what would happen next to this family, hanging on by a thread, in this “on the edge of your seat “ (or bed), intense page-turner! I was glued to my iPod into the wee hours of the morning before finishing. KEEP QUIET is Lisa Scottoline’s best book yet. She is at the TOP of her game with another winner. Having read many of Lisa’s books over the years, her last book, DON’T GO, (2013) 5 stars (highly recommend) and her latest KEEP QUIET (2014) a definite 5 stars+. Loving her fresh style and subject material, as an engaging and powerful read for a broad audience of teens, parents, adults-- men, and women, offering cutting edge topics, and trendy social media integration. (Love her strong titles with action words). The mixture of law, family drama, flawed characters, and a legal thriller, combined with moral and ethical dilemmas – quite appealing. Similar to Carla Buckley’s DEEPEST SECRET (great book), with the same premise of protecting one’s family with a hit and run accident; however, KEEP QUIET had its own unique identity and plot with a different twist, strong characters and emotion. When a cover up begins, things begin to unravel when a stranger threatens to expose creating another yet mystery. How far would you go to protect your child? How one quick decision to bond with your teen could turn on a dime and ruin the lives of many. This realistic storyline could easily happen to any parent or teen, and Lisa tackles the issues, with emotion and clarity. A fast-paced psychological suspense dramatic novel with the unraveling of one family to the ultimate redemption. Ideal for book clubs and discussions-- "what it means to be a parent and how far to go, to protect your child and family."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldn't put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was hooked after the first page! Only took me a day and a half to read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldn't put this book down! Very thought provoking and lots of twists and turns. This would make a great movie.
AidensMomPA More than 1 year ago
Keep Quiet is an interesting story about a father and son bonding for the wrong reasons. It does make you want to get through the book so you can find out how everything works out.
akekela More than 1 year ago
Read this book at exactly the perfect time in my life when I was doing things for my daughter that I know where not right, but I wanted her to like me, instead of being strong and being the parent....thank opened my eyes...great read...could not put it down.
Anonymous 4 months ago
This book had me hooked in the first few pages!! I had to purchase it on my nook app so I could continuously read it here and there!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! This was suspense with a punch. Very very good book. I will be looking for more books by Lisa Scottoline.
L.M.Spaeth More than 1 year ago
Unfortunately (and I really mean this), this was a rather disappointing book for me to read. It seemed very repetitive in the way the people involved in the storyline interacted – thought, word and deed. I was truly bored (so sorry to say) and I kept wanting to fall asleep while reading it, but I persevered. It wasn’t until I was a little more than halfway through the book, that it started to get interesting and catching my attention. I liked the twist at the end (always something to look forward to in Lisa’s novels).
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Great read, had me hooked big time, all the way to the end.
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Though i was a little disappointed with how it all played out, overall a solid read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All through the book I kept thinking, "What would I do." I guess there really is no answer to that question until it happens to you. Please God, NO! MaDW
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Unfortunately, this was a disappointing book. I have read many of Scotolini's books and loved them. This one, though, was rather predictable. The main character makes a mistake that is destined to make trouble, then the expected trouble comes. Not a mistake many of us would make, with consequences that are too predictable. Skip this one and get one of her other books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is very slow and predictable. I hoped that it would get better after a few chapters, but it didn't .
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you loved Defending Jacob, you will love this. Nicely paced and full of parental choices that no one wants to make.
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I couldn't put it down