Ever wonder what it feels like to have it all—family, career, health, money—and not be happy?
Ann Olson takes her life for granted until her young son, Travis, disappears from the backyard one evening. Searching for her son, Ann throws caution to the wind. Soon, she finds herself enmeshed in the seedy world of Mexican drug dealers who operate just across the border in Tijuana. Does Ann, an atheist, embrace Christianity despite her husband warning that her pastor friend is more interested in converting her than in finding Travis? Does she make it out of the drug tunnel alive, or is her rashness her downfall? And is Travis’s disappearance related to that of other recently missing children in San Diego? A story of a mother’s love, courage in the face of evil, and her unexpected journey of self-discovery along the way.
“The role of religion in tragic circumstances is given a well-crafted twist in this intriguing thriller.” –ForeWord Clarion Reviews
“In Sufficient Ransom, a fast-paced novel of kidnapping, religion, and drugs, Sylvia Sarno reveals the lengths to which a mother is willing to go in order to find her child.” –ForeWord Clarion Reviews
Reader Reviews on Amazon
“As a fan of the early mystery genre, I found Sufficient Ransom to be an engaging read, compelling, riveting and a real page turner. “
“Great thriller from a hot new author! Great characters, just like people we all know.It hooks you in the opening scene and never lets up.”
“In this first novel by Sylvia Sarno, a young child is kidnapped and his distraught, but courageously passionate mother is determined to find him. In this quest, she has to fight her way past vicious thugs, government agencies, unhelpful police, and disabling emotional upheavals.”
Sylvia Sarno provides a slew of suspects, some obvious and some not so obvious, weaving an intricate tale of back stories and “possibilities, leaving you guessing all the way to the thrilling end.”
“This book was SOOOOOOOO good….. Being a mother, it was a little rough to read, but i was on Ann’s side the whole time. No matter how crazy and dumb she was at times!”
My love of stories started when I was very young. Listening to my father’s simplified version of Shakespeare at bedtime awakened my imagination. When I was six, I moved from suburban Boston to Italy with my family. Living in a two-bedroom apartment in the industrial city of Turin we didn’t own a television. I spent my free time reading The Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, and many other juvenile fiction classics. My passion for literature really took hold during those years.
We returned to the States when I was eleven, to the same house on an acre of grass and trees that we had left. The main floor of our home was always neat and clean, with plastic covers on the common area furniture to keep the children and the dust off, while downstairs my father’s thousands of stacked books held dusty court. To this day, I love well-used books.
When I was younger, the thought of writing a book seemed so arduous to me. I wanted to work in business. At Boston College, I majored in English because I loved the subject. I figured I would learn about business by working in companies, not by studying them. After working in commercial real estate, investment banking, and in my own recruiting firm for many years, I decided that what I really wanted to do was write novels.