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- KurzbeschreibungFrom no.1 New York Times bestselling author Harlan Coben comes a heart-pounding thriller about the ties we have to our - past and the lies that bind us together - as the ultimate internet scam unfolds... .<br>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.<br>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.
- AutorHarlan Coben
- VerlagPenguin LCC US
- Seiten384 Seiten
- Gewicht187 g
- LeseprobeChapter 1<br>Kat 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."<br>The tone made Kat stop mid-stride. "What?"<br>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.<br>Stacy's eyes started darting around the bar. Avoidance. Kat didn't like that.<br>"What did you do?" Kat asked. "Whoa," Stacy said.<br>"What?"<br>"A Punch-Worthy at five o'clock."<br>Kat swiveled to the right to take a peek. "See him?" Stacy asked.<br>"Oh yeah."<br>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 Sure, the old console TVs had been replaced by a host of flat- screens showing too wide a variety of games-who cared about how the Edmonton Oilers did?-but outside of that, O'Malley had kept the cop feel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.<br>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.<br>But the douche bags wouldn't let her be, would they?<br>This particular 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.<br>Sunglasses smirked and lifted his glass toward Kat and Stacy. "He likes us," Stacy said.<br>"Stop stalling. What won't I like?"<br>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
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