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Book Review: The Perfect 10 by Eric O'Keefe


Book Review The Perfect 10 by Eric O'Keefe

My thoughts about The Perfect 10 by Eric O'Keefe

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  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ River Grove Books (December 1, 2020)
  • Paperback ‏ : ‎ 366 pages
  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08PCQHVQ1
  • ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1632993589
  • ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1632993588

The book synopsis for The Perfect 10 by Eric O'Keefe

The Perfect 10 by Eric O'Keefe book cover


The final of the US Open is just days away, and Juancito Harrington, the world’s best polo player, is found dead in a posh Palm Beach hotel suite.

The good news is that Palm Beach P.D. quickly identifies the trophy wife of Juancito’s team owner as the primary suspect. The bad news is that everyone in polo knows that Kelly Dick doesn’t murder her lovers. She recycles them.

Only one man can crack the case: Rick Hunt, a West Point graduate currently assigned to the White House. Hunt is no detective, but he’s a lifelong polo player who needs no introduction to the world’s top pros. Or his ex-fiancée. Or her new boyfriend, an old teammate with a score to settle.

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Discussing The Perfect 10 by Eric O'Keefe

Quotes from The Perfect 10 by Eric O'Keefe

“Anastasia, he’s my Commander in Chief. I’ve sworn an oath to follow him. It’s my duty to uphold that oath, and I like to think I’m a man of my word. Maybe that’s one reason I don’t make many promises.”

Hunt found the Chief to be the sort of leader every soldier yearns to follow: demanding as well as rewarding. There was no denying that the man could be a challenge to deal with—he made no bones about that—but it was an incredible opportunity, one of the most memorable of Hunt’s career.

At my request, the police in Palm Beach have agreed to put off announcing any details about the crime, including the name of the deceased, until tomorrow. But when they do, I can assure you, gentlemen, it will hit the fan.”

But behind all the glitz and glamour, Dick’s sole goal was a simple one: to drive up Centaur’s share price. Jack Dick was not just fixated on his company’s stock. It was his all-consuming passion. Winning was sweet, watching others lose even sweeter, but beating the Street was the ultimate prize.

The intriguing aspect to their introduction was that it hadn’t taken place in England or, for that matter, in the States. The best description of the setting was that it was a no-man’s-land, one found on the far side of the world at the front lines of the War on Terror. Each had been asked to risk his life, and both had done so without a second thought. Despite their many differences—age, rank, upbringing—they were kindred spirits, and the bond that they forged was grappled with hoops of steel. Since their great adventure, however, neither had seen nor spoken to the other till that summer day in Surrey.

“There’s not a man on a horse who can stop my brother. Nor a woman who loves life who can refuse him.”

In a world where news was not made but exploited, there was no telling what kind of media tsunami Ned could create with this story. And right now it was his and his alone.

In Palm Beach, money talks loudly in hushed tones.

“I never drink on the job. My work won’t allow it,” the detective said. “I always drink on the job. My work requires it,” the journalist replied.

Cris’s gaze drifted from the pony lines to the palatial marquees on the far side of the field to the grandstands below her. It was standing room only, and the dress code was decidedly theatrical: flouncy hats, dapper pocket squares, breezy chiffons, Madras trousers. One or two bordered on the absurd.

Hunt paused. Lupe never referred to SOB as Selden. No one in polo ever referred to SOB as Selden. Not even SOB. Something was in the offing. A moment later, a chill began to inch its way up his spine.

“Will someone remind me what weekends are for?” “Those are the two days of the week when you can work from home without interruption,” a colleague responded.

Much like playing polo, committing the perfect crime was a seamless combination of impulse and instinct. Unfortunately, there had been a loose end.

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