True Crime: The Novel - Softcover

"Time flies when you're having fun, waiting to die, or reading True Crime, Andrew Klavan's nerve-plucking suspense novel...A beat-the-clock suspense thriller."
--The New York Times Book Review

"A classic . . . True Crime moves like a tornado, its plot turning in tighter and tighter circles until it explodes in an ending that will leave readers exhausted. . . . His characters are vivid and compelling, his observations on the human condition perceptive, and his darkly humorous prose masterful."
--Houston Chronicle

"The most suspenseful and exciting novel I have read in the last couple of years. The adrenaline was flowing so strongly near the end, I actually thought my heart might give out. A wonderful, funny, heartbreaking, powerful book."
--John Lescroart, author of Guilt

"One of the best novels to come down the pike in years...so gripping and plot-switching that you won't be able to put it down." --USA TODAY

"Simultaneously intense and funny and harrowing, teeming with precise and memorable character studies, topped off with a surprise ending...Excruciatingly suspenseful."
--Minneapolis Star-Tribune

"The narrative plunges on at breakneck speed . . . a literate, heartfelt, and suspenseful novel of the rough friction of life. I enjoyed the hell out of it."
--Newsday

"A page-turning thriller . . . A suspense-filled story with vivid characters and a stunning portrayal of contemporary time and place."
--San Antonio Express-News

"Big, scary fun. Fill up the coffee pot and lock the doors before beginning."
--Stephen King

"An ingenious, wickedly comic, and painfully sensitive roller coaster . . . Has you gasping for air . . . Klavan does give you pockets of repose, with somber, heart-wrenching scenes on Death Row juxtaposed with Everett's bumper-car race to the truth."
--West Coast Review of Books

"WARNING: Andrew Klavan has an astonishing gift: he can patch his characters into your spine. You'll be reading this brilliant, riveting, dangerous novel, and suddenly you'll find that Beachum's Deathwatch cell has become your own, and there's no way out of here, you're not going anywhere until the hour of your own execution, until Klavan's finished with you. So say your prayers before you open this book."
--George Dawes Green, author of The Juror

"A breakneck one-day death-row countdown . . . Klavan incinerates improbabilities with bravura bravado."
--Toronto Sun

"A terrific read . . . Klavan is simply shameless in serving the suspense. . . . For that, and much else, we'd like to thank him."
--Daily News

"True Crime gives the most compelling fictional tour yet of the last mile . . . readers won't stop turning pages . . . Klavan presents with chilling precision and a gift for language the results of his research."
--People

"The best thriller of this year . . . The most intriguing and artful I have ever read."
--The Cleveland Plain Dealer

"This is one novel you won't put down until the last twist has been unraveled and the last oh-so-satisfying page has been turned."
--Associated Press

"Life shuts down while you're immersed in this book . . . it's a keeper."
--Chattanooga Free Press

"I've admired Andrew Klavan's work for years. But this book offers more suspense--and more surprises--than his other books put together! Readers always ask me which authors I find most chilling. After reading True Crime, Andrew Klavan is at the top of my list."
--R.L. Stine

In the heat of the city, a man is out of time: speeding in a beat-up Ford Tempo, blasting easy-listening music. Reporter Steve Everett drinks too much, makes love to his boss's wife, and has just stumbled upon a shocking truth: a convicted killer is about to be executed for a crime he didn't commit.

In the cold confines of Death Row, Frank Beachum is also out of time. Ready to say good-bye to the wife and child he loves and hello to the God he still believes in, Beachum knows he did not kill a convenience store clerk six years ago.  But in a few hours—if Steve Everett can't find the evidence to stop it—a needle is going to pierce Frank Beachum's skin.

The killing machine is primed. The executioner is waiting. And so is the priest. Now the clock is ticking down and the race is on—between the reporter and his demons, between the system and its lethal flaws, between the last innocent man and society's ultimate crime. . . .