Never Lie: An addictive psychological thriller

After all, my mother always said that the only way two people can keep a secret is if one of them is dead.

But then my heart drops into my stomach.
The painting of Dr. Adrienne Hale. The one that Ethan took down and placed facing away from us. It’s back on the wall. And Dr. Hale’s green eyes are boring into me.

I can’t argue with him. He’s right that we have checked every room and looked as carefully as we can. If there’s someone here, they don’t want us to find them. Maybe it’s better if we don’t find them.

“I don’t know, Tricia. If someone else were here, wouldn’t they have come down and told us to get the hell out of their house?”

If someone else were here, wouldn’t they have come down and told us to get the hell out of their house?”

“Adrienne!” A smile spreads across my agent’s face at the sight of me, although she still doesn’t put away her phone. “How are you?”

How are you? The three most useless words in the universe of communication. Nobody who asks that question wants to know the answer. And nobody who answers ever tells the truth. “I’m fine, Paige.”

asks appropriate follow-up questions.

Liars fidget.

The tone of their voice or speech patterns changes.

Liars offer too much information, babbling on with excessive detail to convince themselves or others of what they are saying.

If you listen to the audiotapes of my patient encounters, you can’t always tell. On tape, you miss the important visual cues.

breaking rules resulted in an unexpectedly good mood afterward.