The story is incredible and actually believable. Actually, I recommend the book more than the movie because as usual, Mr. Eastwood took liberties with his rendition. With this book we were introduced to Baldacci, an attorney, an author, and a damn good-looking man. In this spine-tingling mystery, Luther Whitney, a lifelong thief, gets caught at the scene of a robbery.
Luther heard the vehicles enter the front drive. He flitted to a window and followed the mini-caravan as it went around back, where it would be hidden from view from the front drive.
He counted four people alighting from the limo, one from the van. His mind scrolled swiftly through possible identities. Too small a party for it to be the owners of the house. Too many for it to be someone simply checking on the place. He could not make out any faces. For one ironic instant Luther debated whether the home was destined to be burgled twice on the same night. But that was too enormous a coincidence.
In this business, like a lot of others, you played the percentages. Besides, criminals did not march up to their targets wearing clothing more suitable for a night on the town. He thought quickly as noises filtered up to him, presumably from outside the rear of the house. It took him a second to realize that his retreat was cut off and to calculate what his plan of action would be. Then Luther slipped across to the vault and entered it, carefully closing the door behind him. He pushed himself as far back into the little room as he could.
Now he had to wait. He cursed his misfortune; everything had been going so smoothly. Then he shook his head clear, forced himself to breathe regularly. It was like flying. The longer you did it, the greater your chance of something bad happening. Trust me, it just gets better from there. After graduating from law school at the University of Virginia, Baldacci practiced law for nine years in Washington, D. Like most authors, he dabbled in writing while doing this, writing short stories and screenplays.
