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- KurzbeschreibungThe breakout author of The Forgotten Girl and Cemetery Girl , "one of the brightest and best crime fiction writers of our time" ( Suspense Magazine ) delivers a new novel about a man who is haunted by a face from his past....<br>When Nick Hansen sees the young woman at the grocery store, his heart stops. She is the spitting image of his college girlfriend, Marissa Minor, who died in a campus house fire twenty years earlier. But when Nick tries to speak to her, she acts skittish and rushes off.<br>The next morning the police arrive at Nick's house and show him a photo of the woman from the store. She's been found dead, murdered in a local motel, with Nick's name and address on a piece of paper in her pocket.<br>Convinced there's a connection between the two women, Nick enlists the help of his college friend Laurel Davidson to investigate the events leading up to the night of Marissa's death. But the young woman's murder is only the beginning...and the truths Nick uncovers may make him wish he never doubted the lies.<br>
- AutorDavid Bell
- VerlagNew Amer Lib
- Seiten432 Seiten
- Gewicht318 g
- Leseprobe<br>Praise for the Novels of David Bell<br>ALSO BY DAVID BELL<br>For Molly<br>CHAPTER ONE<br>When I saw the girl in the grocery store, my heart stopped.<br>I had turned the corner into the dairy aisle, carrying a basket with just a few items in it. Cereal. Crackers. Spaghetti. Beer. I lived alone, worked a lot, and rarely cooked. I was checking a price when I almost ran into the girl. I stopped immediately and studied her in profile, her hand raised to her mouth while she examined products through the glass door of the dairy cooler.<br>I felt like I was seeing a ghost.<br>She looked exactly like my college girlfriend, Marissa Minor, the only woman I had ever really loved. Probably the only woman who had ever really loved me.<br>The girl didn't see me right away. She continued to examine the items in front of her, slowly walking away from me, her hand still raised to her mouth as though that helped her think.<br>The gesture really got me. It made my insides go cold. Not with fear, but with shock. With feelings I hadn't felt in years.<br>Marissa used to do the very same thing. When she was thinking, she'd place her right hand on her lips, sometimes pinching them between her index finger and thumb. Marissa's lips were always bright red-without lipstick-and full, and that gesture, that lip-twisting, thoughtful gesture, drove me wild with love and, yes, desire.<br>I was eighteen when I met her. Desire was always close at hand.<br>But it wasn't just the gesture that this girl shared with Marissa. Her hair, thick and deep red, matched Marissa's exactly, even the length of it, just below her shoulders. From the side, the girl's nose came to a slightly rounded point, one that Marissa always said looked like a lightbulb. Both the girl and Marissa had brown eyes, and long, slender bodies. This girl, the one in the store, looked shorter than Marissa by a few inches, and she wore tight jeans and knee-high boots, clothes that weren't in style when I attended college.<br>But other than that, they could have been twins. They really could have been.<br>And as the girl walked away, making a left at the end of the aisle and leaving my sight, I remained rooted to my spot, my silly little grocery basket dangling from my right hand. The lights above were bright, painfully so, and other shoppers came past with their carts and their kids and their lives. It was close to dinnertime, and people had places to go. Families to feed.<br>But I stood there.<br>I felt tears rising in my eyes, my vision starting to blur.<br>She looked so much like Marissa. So much.<br>But Marissa had been dead for just over twenty years.<br>Finally, I snapped out of it.<br>I reached up with my free hand and wiped my eyes
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