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Название книги: Long Lost
Автор(ы): Harlan Coben
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Long-Lost-156876.html
The ninth book in the Myron Bolitar series
For Sandra WhitakerThe coolest "cuz" in the entire world
PART ONE
Hold on.This will hurt more than anything has before.– William Fitzsimmons, "I Don't Feel It Anymore"
1
"YOU don't know her secret," Win said to me."Should I?"Win shrugged."It's bad?" I asked."Very," Win said."Then maybe I don't want to know."Two days before I learned the secret she'd kept buried for a decade-the seemingly personal secret that would not only devastate the two of us but change the world forever-Terese Collins called me at five AM, pushing me from one quasi-erotic dream into another. She simply said, "Come to Paris."I had not heard her voice in, what, seven years maybe, and the line had static and she didn't bother with hello or any preamble. I stirred and said, "Terese? Where are you?""In a cozy hotel on the Left Bank called d'Aubusson. You'll love it here. There's an Air France flight leaving tonight at seven."I sat up. Terese Collins. Imagery flooded in-her Class-B-felony bikini, that private island
Название книги: Long Lost
Автор(ы): Harlan Coben
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Long-Lost-156876.html
The ninth book in the Myron Bolitar series
For Sandra WhitakerThe coolest "cuz" in the entire world
PART ONE
Hold on.This will hurt more than anything has before.– William Fitzsimmons, "I Don't Feel It Anymore"
1
"YOU don't know her secret," Win said to me."Should I?"Win shrugged."It's bad?" I asked."Very," Win said."Then maybe I don't want to know."Two days before I learned the secret she'd kept buried for a decade-the seemingly personal secret that would not only devastate the two of us but change the world forever-Terese Collins called me at five AM, pushing me from one quasi-erotic dream into another. She simply said, "Come to Paris."I had not heard her voice in, what, seven years maybe, and the line had static and she didn't bother with hello or any preamble. I stirred and said, "Terese? Where are you?""In a cozy hotel on the Left Bank called d'Aubusson. You'll love it here. There's an Air France flight leaving tonight at seven."I sat up. Terese Collins. Imagery flooded in-her Class-B-felony bikini, that private island
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