Missing You
(Sprache: Englisch)
From the bestselling author and creator of the hit Netflix drama The Stranger comes the #1 New York Times bestseller about the ties we have to our past-and the lies that bind us together-as the ultimate Internet scam unfolds...
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From the bestselling author and creator of the hit Netflix drama The Stranger comes the #1 New York Times bestseller about the ties we have to our past-and the lies that bind us together-as the ultimate Internet scam unfolds...Surfing an online dating site, NYPD detective Kat Donovan feels her whole world explode. Staring back at her is her ex-fiancé, the man who shattered her heart-and whom she hasn't seen in eighteen years.
But when Kat reaches out to the man in the profile, an unspeakable conspiracy comes to light. As Kat begins to investigate, her feelings are challenged about everyone she's ever loved-even her father, whose cruel murder so long ago has never been fully explained.
With lives on the line, including her own, Kat must venture deeper into the darkness than she ever has before and discover if she has the strength to survive what she finds there.
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Chapter 1Kat Donovan spun off her father s old stool, readying to leave O Malley s Pub, when Stacy said, You re not going to like what I did.
The tone made Kat stop mid-stride. What?
O Malley s used to be an old-school cop bar. Kat s grandfather had hung out here. So had her father and their fellow NYPD col- leagues. Now it had been turned into a yuppie, preppy, master-of- the-universe, poser asshat bar, loaded up with guys who sported crisp white shirts under black suits, two-day stubble, manscaped to the max to look un- manscaped. They smirked a lot, these soft men, their hair moussed to the point of overcoif, and ordered Ketel One instead of Grey Goose because they watched some TV ad telling them that was what real men drink.
Stacy s eyes started darting around the bar. Avoidance. Kat didn t like that.
What did you do? Kat asked. Whoa, Stacy said.
What?
A Punch-Worthy at five o clock.
Kat swiveled to the right to take a peek. See him? Stacy asked.
Oh yeah.
Décor-wise, O Malley s hadn t really changed much over the years. Sure, the old console TVs had been replaced by a host of flat- screens showing too wide a variety of games who cared about how the Edmonton Oilers did? but outside of that, O Malley had kept the cop feel and that was what had appealed to these posers, the faux authenticity, moving in and pushing out what had made the place hum, turning it into some Disney Epcot version of what it had once been.
Kat was the only cop left in here. The others now went home after their shifts, or to AA meetings. Kat still came and tried to sit quietly on her father s old stool with the ghosts, especially tonight, with her father s murder haunting her anew. She just wanted to be here, to feel her father s presence, to corny as it sounded gather strength from it.
But the douche bags wouldn t let her be, would they?
This particular
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Punch-Worthy shorthand for any guy deserving a fist to the face had committed a classic punch-worthy sin. He was wearing sunglasses. At eleven o clock at night. In a bar with poor lighting. Other punch-worthy indictments included wearing a chain on your wallet, do-rags, unbuttoned silk shirts, an overabun- dance of tattoos (special category for those sporting tribal symbols), dog tags when you didn t serve in the military, and really big white wristwatches.
Sunglasses smirked and lifted his glass toward Kat and Stacy. He likes us, Stacy said.
Stop stalling. What won t I like?
When Stacy turned back toward her, Kat could see over her shoul- der the disappointment on Punch-Worthy s glistening-with-overpriced- lotion face. Kat had seen that look a zillion times before. Men liked Stacy. That was probably something of an understatement. Stacy was frighteningly, knee-knockingly, teeth-and-bone-and-metal-meltingly hot. Men became both weak-legged and stupid around Stacy. Mostly stupid. Really, really stupid.
This was why it was probably a mistake to hang out with some- one who looked like Stacy guys often concluded that they had no shot when a woman looked like that. She seemed unapproachable.
Kat, in comparison, did not.
Sunglasses honed in on Kat and began to make his move. He didn t so much walk toward her as glide on his own slime.
Stacy suppressed a giggle. This is going to be good.
Hoping to discourage him, Kat gave the guy flat eyes and a dis- dainful frown. Sunglasses was not deterred. He bebopped over, mov- ing to some sound track that was playing only in his own head.
Hey, babe, Sunglasses said. Is your name Wi-
Sunglasses smirked and lifted his glass toward Kat and Stacy. He likes us, Stacy said.
Stop stalling. What won t I like?
When Stacy turned back toward her, Kat could see over her shoul- der the disappointment on Punch-Worthy s glistening-with-overpriced- lotion face. Kat had seen that look a zillion times before. Men liked Stacy. That was probably something of an understatement. Stacy was frighteningly, knee-knockingly, teeth-and-bone-and-metal-meltingly hot. Men became both weak-legged and stupid around Stacy. Mostly stupid. Really, really stupid.
This was why it was probably a mistake to hang out with some- one who looked like Stacy guys often concluded that they had no shot when a woman looked like that. She seemed unapproachable.
Kat, in comparison, did not.
Sunglasses honed in on Kat and began to make his move. He didn t so much walk toward her as glide on his own slime.
Stacy suppressed a giggle. This is going to be good.
Hoping to discourage him, Kat gave the guy flat eyes and a dis- dainful frown. Sunglasses was not deterred. He bebopped over, mov- ing to some sound track that was playing only in his own head.
Hey, babe, Sunglasses said. Is your name Wi-
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Autoren-Porträt von Harlan Coben
Harlan Coben
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Harlan Coben
- 2015, 480 Seiten, Maße: 10,8 x 19 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Dutton
- ISBN-10: 0451414128
- ISBN-13: 9780451414120
- Erscheinungsdatum: 14.11.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Missing YouA dive-in, lose-sleep, and miss-your-bus-stop reading experience. Associated Press
Another winner in Coben s stack of winners. The Huffington Post
Masterfully explores the costs of our techno-crazed existence...making the brilliantly stages Missing You not to be missed. The Providence Journal
Delivers twists aplenty. The Boston Globe
One of Coben's best ever. The Globe and Mail (Canada)
Once again, Coben has brilliantly used a current trend, in this case Internet dating, to create a can t-put-it-down thriller. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
Coben has expertly constructed and then dismantled a time bomb of a plot. Booklist
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