HEAR NO EVIL
(SWYTECK NO. 4)
Miami attorney Jack Swyteck is involved in the most explosive criminal trial of his career -- a case that starts with a murder on a military base and concludes with a shocking surprise that will change Jack's life forever.
A beautiful woman comes to see Jack and begs him to represent her. She says she's about to be arrested for the murder of her husband, an officer stationed at Guantanamo Bay. Having no expertise in military law and sensing that the woman isn't telling him the entire truth, Jack turns her down. Then she drops a bombshell: She claims she's the adoptive mother of Jack's biological son -- a child he's never met. Either Jack must represent her or he'll never see the boy.
So Jack agrees, but with great foreboding. He has an unreliable client -- a blackmailer who just might be a murderer -- and he has to travel to Gitmo and on to Havana to tussle with people who clearly have a lot to hide. This is a case with as many twists and turns as it has unanswered questions, and the personal toll on Jack won't end until he's forced to confront the ultimate surprise witness in a trial that rocks the city of Miami.
In signature Grippando style, Hear No Evil is an intricate, fast-paced, and captivating thriller that will keep you guessing until the very end.
Critical Praise
"A tight, smartly constructly mystery that will keep readers on the edge of their seats."
- Booklist
"[Grippando] keeps his tale moving."
- Kirkus Reviews
"Riveting ... wonderfully tantalizing ... Grippando gives the term ‘page turner a whole new resonance ... as stimulating as a double expresso. In a crowded and competitive field, James Grippando has definitely staked out his own ground."
- Miami Herald
Exciting . . . a well-focused, perfectly organized legal thriller . . . solidly plotted.
- Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel
"One hell of a roller coaster ride . . . This character-driven, intricately plotted thriller will keeps readers guessing up to the end."
- Publishers Weekly
"Relying on character as much as plot, Grippando weaves a suspenseful tale. The former Florida attorney has established a track record of writing best-selling novels based on issues in the headlines."
- Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Behind the book...
Jack Swyteck Goes to Cuba – But Why Bejucal?
Jack Swyteck discovers his Cuban roots in Hear No Evil, and the journey leads him all the way to the little town of Bejucal, Cuba. Readers of the Swyteck series know that Jack is a half-Cuban boy trapped in the body of a gringo. That’s a glib way of saying that Jack’s Cuban-born mother died in childbirth, and Jack was raised by his father and stepmother, with no link whatsoever to his Cuban heritage. Hear No Evil is the fourth Swyteck novel, and the series now spans roughly a decade in Jack’s life. I figured it was about time for Jack and my readers to learn more about the mother he never knew, to visit the Cuban town in which she lived before coming to Miami. Of course, I could have picked any place in Cuba. Havana. Cienfuegos. Varadero. You may wonder why I chose Bejucal.
If you’ve ever heard of Bejucal, it’s probably because Hollywood movie star Andy Garcia is from there. That’s not why I chose it. My best friend, Carlos Sires, also lived in Bejucal (his parents actually knew Andy’s parents). About two years after Castro took control of Cuba, the Sires family left Bejucal and fled to Miami. They left everything behind – their home, relatives, friends. I first met Carlos’s parents, Kiko and Amparo, in 1978, some seventeen years after they’d left Cuba. I was a student at the University of Florida, relatively new to Miami, having just moved from Illinois. My Spanish was quite bad, and their English was even worse. I had never tasted black beans or plaintains. I had no idea that the Cubans made better rice than the Chinese, or that a jolt of Cuban coffee was as much a part of mid-afternoon in Miami as thunderclouds over the Everglades. I had yet to learn that if you ask a nice Cuban girl on a date, the entire family would be waiting at the front door to meet you when you picked her up. In short, I – like Jack – was the gringo who suddenly found himself immersed in Cuban culture. Whenever I visited Kiko and Amparo, I was welcome in their home, embraced by them, loved by them. By the time I graduated from college, they referred to me as their “otro hijo,” their other son.
I was eager to learn about everything Cuban, and they were eager to share with me. Some things I learned quickly. Others took more time. It took me quite a while to develop a genuine appreciation of the love that the first wave of Cuban immigrants have for the land they were forced to leave in the 1960s. I remember one day, in particular, I was at the Sires house. Every time I visited, Amparo would have something for me to eat, and Kiko would have a story to tell me, or something he wanted to show me. This time, Kiko pulled down a glass vase from a shelf. There was a white ribbon tied around the neck of the vase, and inside was something black and coarse that looked like coffee grounds. He showed me the vase, asked me to touch what was inside. It was dirt. “Is from Bejucal,” he told me.
I didn’t know what to say, especially in my broken Spanish. I’d never been forced to flee from my own home by a dictator. I could only imagine what it must have been like to leave friends and family behind, move to a new country, give up a nice job as a banker in Cuba to become a bartender in Miami. My response at the time was completely inadequate, but that moment has stayed with me over the years. I can’t say that I have a complete understanding of what was in Kiko’s heart when he showed me that vase. But I know that as the years have passed, as Kiko and Amparo grow into their eighties, as it becomes clear that they will never again see Bejucal, I’ve gained a better understanding of how much that vase with the white ribbon meant to him.
So, it is with love and affection for Kiko and Amparo that my fictional hero goes back to Cuba, back to the town his mother knew as a little girl – back to Bejucal.
