Wednesday, July 17, 2013

ExtraLife, Inc. by Kfir Luzzatto

David Wolfson, a Jerusalem scientist, claims to have found the cure for cancer. He and his wife, Tamara, seek the help of Richard Lunz, a Tel Aviv attorney, to fight the powerful bureaucrats who want to appropriate David's invention.

Richard can’t resist the temptation to participate in what looks like the discovery of the century, and it takes a first death to make him doubt that something in the project is not what it seems.

And then other people die.

Following clues that take him to Eastern Europe and to America, Richard finds more answers than he wished for. But he just can't stop looking.

Richard Lunz is a patent attorney who usually doesn't make house calls.  But one particular phone call he makes an exception for.  Tamara Wolfson claims her husband has found the cure to all cancer and they need to patent his invention right away.  Skeptical, Richard agrees to meet them at their house.  From that point on, a sequence of events begins that changes all of their lives forever.

Tamara is pushy and familiar, traits that Richard abhors.  But he feels that David has a solid case, especially with the hospital he works for wanting to lay claim to his scientific breakthrough.  While Amnon, a labor attorney, works on getting the bank accounts unfrozen and David's status cleared at the hospital, Richard works with David on the patent paperwork.  But in order to move forward, they must do some experiments to gather the data needed.

When someone ends up dead, followed by another, the stakes heat up.  With a compelling plot, well developed characters that you either like or loathe, and suspense that builds continuously through-out, ExtraLife, Inc is a taut piece of fiction that hooked me after the first few pages.  A cure for cancer, legal and medical issues and a man determined to seek answers weave together into a riveting read.

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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