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Book : Gone For Good A Novel - Coben, Harlan

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-Titulo Original : Gone For Good A Novel

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NOW A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES * “Gone for Good contains more plot twists than you can count, with a jarring revelation in nearly every chapter. . . . [Harlan] Coben has crafted a taut thriller with a slew of compelling characters. . . . As subtle as a shotgun, and just as effective.”-San Francisco Chronicle As a boy, Will Klein had a hero: his older brother, Ken. Then, on a warm suburban night in the Kleins’ affluent New Jersey neighborhood, a young woman-a girl Will had once loved-was found brutally murdered in her family’s basement. The prime suspect: Ken Klein. With the evidence against him overwhelming, Ken simply vanished. And when his shattered family never heard from Ken again, they were sure he was gone for good. Now eleven years have passed. Will has found proof that Ken is alive. And this is just the first in a series of stunning revelations as Will is forced to confront startling truths about his brother-and himself. As a violent mystery unwinds around him, Will knows he must press his search all the way to the end. Because the most powerful surprises are yet to come. “Coben stands on the accelerator and never lets up. . . . The action is seamless, clear, and riveting.”-People (Page-turner of the Week) Review “Riveting . . . has more twists and turns than an amusement park ride.”- USA Today “Coben stands on the accelerator and never lets up. . . . The action is seamless, clear, and riveting.”- People (Page-turner of the Week) “A thrilling odyssey with masterful twists and turns.”-New York Daily News “Taut . . . compelling . . . a can’t-put-it-down beach book.”- San Francisco Chronicle About the Author Harlan Coben is the winner of the Edgar, Shamus, and Anthony awards. His critically acclaimed novels have been published in forty-one languages around the world and have been number one bestsellers in more than half a dozen countries. In addition to the Myron Bolitar series (Deal Breaker, Drop Shot, Fade Away, Back Spin, One False Move, The Final Detail, Darkest Fear, Promise Me, Long Lost, andLive Wire), Coben is also the author of the young adult Mickey Bolitar series including Shelter and Seconds Away, and of Miracle Cure, Play Dead, Tell No One, Gone for Good, No Second Chance, Just One Look, The Innocent, The Woods, Hold Tight, Caught, and Stay Close. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One Three days before her death, my mother told me-these werent her last words, but they were pretty close-that my brother was still alive. That was all she said. She didnt elaborate. She said it only once. And she wasnt doing very well. Morphine had already applied its endgame heart squeeze. Her skin was in that cusp between jaundice and fading summer tan. Her eyes had sunken deep into her skull. She slept most of the time. She would, in fact, have only one more lucid moment-if indeed this had been a lucid moment, which I very much doubted-and that would be a chance for me to tell her that she had been a wonderful mother, that I loved her very much, and good-bye. We never said anything about my brother. That didnt mean we werent thinking about him as though he were sitting bedside too. Hes alive. Those were her exact words. And if they were true, I didnt know if it would be a good thing or bad. We buried my mother four days later. When we returned to the house to sit shivah, my father stormed through the semi-shag in the living room. His face was red with rage. I was there, of course. My sister, Melisa, had flown in from Seattle with her husband, Ralph. Aunt Selma and Uncle Murray paced. Sheila, my soul mate, sat next to me and held my hand. That was pretty much the sum total. There was only one flower arrangement, a wonderful monster of a thing. Sheila smiled and squeezed my hand when she saw the card. No words, no message, just the drawing on it. Dad kept glancing out the bay windows-the same windows that had been
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