Secrets, jealousy, and paranoia collide when a seemingly perfect new family moves into a neighborhood with ties to the CIA in this gripping thriller from the New York Times bestselling author of Need to Know . “Karen Cleveland ingeniously melds domestic intrigue with the lightning pace of a spy thriller, showing us the devastating personal costs of intelligence work.”—Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author of Listen to Me ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: PopSugar Idyllic neighborhood, perfect family, meaningful career. CIA analyst Beth Bradford has it all— Until she doesn’t. Now, facing an empty nest and a broken marriage, Beth is moving from the cul-de-sac she’s long called home, and the CIA is removing her from the case that’s long been hers: tracking an elusive Iranian intelligence agent known as The Neighbor. Madeline Sterling moves into Beth’s old house. She has what Beth once had: an adoring husband, three beautiful young children, and the close-knit group of neighbors on the block. Now she has it all. And Beth—who can’t stop watching the woman stepping in to her old life—thinks the new neighbor has something else too: ties to Iranian intelligence. Is Beth just jealous? Paranoid? Or is something more at play? After all, most of the families on the cul-de-sac have some tie to the CIA. They’re all keeping secrets. And they all know more about their neighbors than they should. It would be the perfect place to insert a spy—unless one was there all along. “Tighten your seatbelt and prepare for a roller coaster ride while confronting secrets, betrayal, long-term friendships in question; all while your life is in shambles, as you battle jealousy and/or paranoia. . . . Karen Cleveland cleverly mines her own experience as a CIA counterintelligence analyst to fashion an immersive and twisted tale with many red herrings and unexpected reveals. The gripping narrative boils over with menace, intrigue, suspense and escalates to a page-turning unexpected denouement.” — Mystery & Suspense Magazine “Have you ever wondered if you have what it takes to be a spy? In The New Neighbor, former CIA analyst Karen Cleveland shows you how to find the security threat in lurking in your own backyard. Filled with CIA insights that only an insider would know and every trick in the analyst’s toolbox . . . a cunningly constructed puzzle box of a thriller.” —Alma Katsu, author of Red Widow “Clever . . . The strong plot takes several convincing twists. . . . Cleveland consistently entertains.” — Publishers Weekly “Satisfying twists . . . It’s clear that we never really know our neighbors” — Kirkus Reviews Karen Cleveland is a former CIA counterterrorism analyst and the New York Times bestselling author of Need to Know, Keep You Close, and You Can Run . She has master's degrees from Trinity College Dublin and Harvard University. Cleveland lives in North Carolina with her husband and three children. One Three Weeks Earlier “Perfect,” I say, eyeing Tyler through the viewfinder of my Nikon, pressing down gently on the shutter release. I lower the camera, check the image captured on the screen. Tyler’s smiling broadly, bathed in early morning sunlight, leaning on the handle of his rolling suitcase, the freshly painted front door behind him, the stone planters on either side bursting with late summer color. It’s true, it’s the perfect shot, Instagram-worthy, if I were into that sort of thing. The last picture I’ll snap of one of my kids in front of the home where we raised them. But it shouldn’t be the last, should it? Perfect as it is, it’s all wrong. Tyler’s already walking past me, heading toward the driveway, suitcase in tow. “One more,” I say. He turns. “Really, Mom?” “Right there, with the cul-de-sac behind you.” He smiles again for the camera, this time with a touch of exasperation, and I get the shot. I lower the camera and check the screen. Better. There’s the for sale sign in the yard, under contract tacked to the top. But I can Photoshop that out. “It’s just an empty street,” Tyler says, looking out at the loop. I follow his gaze. The Kanes’ and the Johnsons’ and the O’Malleys’. Softly lit houses, lush lawns, mature landscaping. Everything quiet, everything perfect. And he’s right—the street is empty. “Well, now it is,” I say. He continues on down the path to the driveway, suitcase wheels clacking over the breaks in the concrete. In the driveway, Mike’s starting the car, the engine sputtering softly. Everyone’s ready but me. I’m still staring at the loop of pavement, and in my mind’s eye it becomes full again. Figures appear, almost ghostly at first, but gradually coming into focus. Children on bikes, some still with training wheels; others drawing with sidewalk chalk; the younger ones toddling around, unsteady on their feet. Their mothers, sitting in lawn chairs arrayed in a half circle, chatting and laughing— “Mom!” comes Tyler’s voice from the driveway, and t