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Harlan Coben
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Chapter One


Three days before her death, my mother told me–these weren't her last words, but they were pretty close–that my brother was still alive.

That was all she said. She didn't elaborate. She said it only once. And she wasn't 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 didn't mean we weren't thinking about him as though he were sitting bedside too.

"He's alive."

Those were her exact words. And if they were true, I didn't 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 shot out with a BB gun twice in the past eleven years–and muttered under his breath, "Sons of bitches." He'd turn around and think of someone else who hadn't shown. "For God's sake, you'd think the Bergmans would have at least made a goddamn appearance." Then he'd close his eyes and look away. The anger would consume him anew, blending with the grief into something I didn't have the strength to face.

One more betrayal in a decade filled with them.

I needed air.

I got to my feet. Sheila looked up at me with concern. "I'm going to take a walk," I said softly.

"You want company?"

"I don't think so."

Sheila nodded. We had been together nearly a year. I've never had a partner so in sync with my rather odd vibes. She gave my hand another I-love-you squeeze, and the warmth spread through me.

Our front-door welcome mat was harsh faux grass, like something stolen from a driving range, with a plastic daisy in the upper left-hand cover. I stepped over it and strolled up Downing Place. The street was lined with numbingly ordinary aluminum-sided split-levels, circa 1962. I still wore my dark gray suit. It itched in the heat. The savage sun beat down like a drum, and a perverse part of me thought that it was a wonderful day to decay. An image of my mother's light-the-world smile–the one before it all happened–flashed in front of my eyes. I shoved it away.

I knew where I was headed, though I doubt if I would have admitted it to myself. I was drawn there, pulled by some unseen force. Some would call it masochistic. Others would note that maybe it had something to do with closure. I thought it was probably neither.

I just wanted to look at the spot where it all ended.

The sights and sounds of summer suburbia assaulted me. Kids squealed by on their bicycles. Mr. Cirino, who owned the Ford/

Mercury dealership on Route 10, mowed his lawn. The Steins–they'd built up a chain of appliance stores that were swallowed up by a bigger chain–were taking a stroll hand in hand. There was a touch football game going on at the Levines' house, though I didn't know any of the participants. Barbecue smoke took flight from the Kaufmans' backyard.

I passed by the Glassmans' old place. Mark "the Doof" Glassman had jumped through the sliding glass doors when he was six. He was playing Superman. I remembered the scream and the blood. He needed over forty stitches. The Doof grew up and became some kind of IPO-start-up zillionaire. I don't think they call him the Doof anymore, but you never know.

The Marianos' house, still that horrid shade of phlegm yellow with a plastic deer guarding the front walk, was on the bend. Angela Mariano, our local bad girl, was two years older than us and like some superior, awe-inducing species. Watching Angela sunning in her backyard in a gravity-defying ribbed halter top, I had felt the first painful thrusts of deep hormonal longing. My mouth would actually water. Angela used to fight with her parents and sneak smokes in the toolshed behind her house. Her boyfriend drove a motorcycle. I ran into her last year on Madison Avenue in midtown. I expected her to look awful–that was what you always hear happens to that first lust-crush–but Angela looked great and seemed happy.

A lawn sprinkler did the slow wave in front of Eric Frankel's house at 23 Downing Place. Eric had a space-travel-themed bar mitzvah at the Chanticleer in Short Hills when we were both in seventh grade. The ceiling was done up planetarium style–a black sky with star constellations. My seating card told me that I was sitting at "Table Apollo 14." The centerpiece was an ornate model rocket on a green fauna launching pad. The waiters adorned in realistic space suits, were each supposed to be one of the Mercury 7. "John Glenn" served us. Cindi Shapiro and I had sneaked into the chapel room and made out for over an hour. It was my first time. I didn't know what I was doing. Cindi did. I remember it was glorious, the way her tongue caressed and jolted me in unexpected ways. But I also remember my initial wonderment evolving after twenty minutes or so into, well, boredom–a confused "what next?" along with a naive "is that all there is?"

When Cindi and I stealthily returned to Cape Kennedy's Table Apollo 14, ruffled and in fine post-smooch form (the Herbie Zane Band serenading the crowd with "Fly Me to the Moon"), my brother, Ken, pulled me to the side and demanded details. I, of course, too gladly gave them. He awarded me with that smile and slapped me five. That night, as we lay on the bunk beds, Ken on the top, me on the bottom, the stereo playing Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" (Ken's favorite), my older brother explained to me the facts of life as seen by a ninth-grader. I'd later learn he was mostly wrong (a little too much emphasis on the breast), but when I think back to that night, I always smile.

"He's alive . . ."

I shook my head and turned right at Coddington Terrace by the Holders' old house. This was the same route Ken and I had taken to get to Burnet Hill Elementary School. There used to be a paved path between two houses to make the trip shorter. I wondered if it was still there. My mother–everyone, even kids, had called her Sunny–used to follow us to school quasi-surreptitiously. Ken and I would roll our eyes as she ducked behind trees. I smiled, thinking about her overprotectiveness now. It used to embarrass me, but Ken would simply shrug. My brother was securely cool enough to let it slide. I wasn't.

I felt a pang and moved on.

Maybe it was just my imagination, but people began to stare. The bicycles, the dribbling basketballs, the sprinklers and lawn mowers, the cries of touch footballers–they all seemed to hush as I passed. Some stared out of curiosity because a strange man strolling in a dark gray suit on a summer evening was something of an oddity. But most, or again so it seemed, looked on in horror because they recognized me and couldn't believe that I would dare tread upon this sacred soil.

I approached the house at 47 Coddington Terrace without hesitation. My tie was loosened. I jammed my hands in my pockets. I toed the spot where curb met pavement. Why was I here? I saw a curtain move in the den. Mrs. Miller's face appeared at the window, gaunt and ghostlike. She glared at me. I didn't move or look away. She glared some more–and then to my surprise, her face softened. It was as though our mutual agony had made some sort of connection. Mrs. Miller nodded at me. I nodded back and felt the tears begin to well up.

You may have seen the story on 20/20 or PrimeTime Live or some other television equivalent of fish wrap. For those who haven't, here's the official account: On October 17 eleven years ago, in the township of Livingston, New Jersey, my brother, Ken Klein, then twenty-four, brutally raped and strangled our neighbor Julie Miller.

In her basement. At 47 Coddington Terrace.

That was where her body was found. The evidence wasn't conclusive as to if she'd actually been murdered in that poorly finished subdwelling or if she'd been dumped postmortem behind the water-stained zebra-striped couch. Most assume the former. My brother escaped capture and ran off to parts unknown–at least, again, according to the official account.

Over the past eleven years, Ken has eluded an international dragnet. There have however been "sightings."

The first came about a year after the murder from a small fishing village in northern Sweden. Interpol swooped in, but somehow my brother evaded their grasp. Supposedly he was tipped off. I can't imagine how or by whom.

The next sighting occurred four years later in Barcelona. Ken had rented–to quote the newspaper accounts–"an oceanview hacienda" (Barcelona is not on an ocean) with–again I will quote–"a lithe, dark-haired woman, perhaps a flamenco dancer." A vacationing Livingston resident reported no less than seeing Ken and his Castilian paramour dining beachside. My brother was described as tan and fit and wore a white shirt opened at the collar and loafers without socks. The Livingstonite, one Rick Horowitz, had been a classmate of mine in Mr. H...

Revue de presse

“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 --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Broché .

Détails sur le produit

  • Poche: 432 pages
  • Editeur : Dell; Édition : Reissue (4 mars 2003)
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0440236738
  • ISBN-13: 978-0440236733
  • Dimensions du produit: 3,1 x 10,6 x 17,5 cm
  • Moyenne des commentaires client : 4.4 étoiles sur 5  Voir tous les commentaires (19 commentaires client)
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Né en 1962, Harlan Coben vit dans le New Jersey avec sa femme et leurs quatre enfants. Diplômé en sciences politiques du Amherst College, il a travaillé dans l'industrie du voyage avant de se consacrer à l'écriture.

Depuis ses débuts en 1995, la critique n'a cessé de l'acclamer. Il est notamment le premier auteur à avoir reçu le Edgar Award, le Shamus Award et le Anthony Award, les trois prix majeurs de la littérature à suspense aux États-Unis. Traduits dans une quarantaine de langues, ses romans occupent les têtes de listes de best-sellers dans le monde entier.

Le premier de ses romans traduit en France, Ne le dis à personne (Belfond, 2002) - prix du polar des lectrices de Elle en 2003 - a obtenu d'emblée un énorme succès auprès du public et de la critique. Succès confirmé avec : Disparu à jamais (2003), Une chance de trop(2004), Juste un regard (2005), Innocent (2006), Promets-moi (2007), Dans les bois (2008), Sans un mot (2009), Sans laisser d'adresse (2010) et Sans un adieu (2010), son premier roman écrit à vingt-cinq ans à peine.

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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Du grand art 19 octobre 2004
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Gone for good est un grand thriller, encore plus déroutant que Tell no one, qui pour moi était le summum du suspense. Je ne pensais pas que Coben pouvait remettre le couvert et faire mieux avec ce roman psychologique aux personnages très attachants.
Comme d'habitude Coben nous jauge, nous fait douter. Il nous amène à émettre des hypothèses au gré des découvertes de Will, le personnage principal, car finalement le lecteur ne sait que ce que Will sait... et toutes ses croyances sont fausses!Ainsi, le lecteur est balloté de chocs en surprises à chaque chapitre. Du 1er au dernier paragraphe, le lecteur croit savoir ce qui va arriver, et au cours des découvertes, il se rend compte à chaque fois, que son imagination n'égale pas celle de Coben.
Ce roman vous surprendra et vous fera oublier la plupart des romans à suspense que vous avez lu à ce jour. Ce roman doit faire partie de votre liste de livres à lire absolument.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 le thriller ultime 21 juillet 2003
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Je croyais qu'après "tell no one", personne ne pourrait plus jamais écrire de thriller valable tellement ce roman était passionant et truffé de surprises...
J'oubliais le talent de Coben pour imaginer une nouvelle intrigue qui vous tiens littéralement en haleine jusqu'à la dernière page.
Un thriller encore plus incroyable que tell no one.
Pour moi, c'est le thriller ultime, (jusqu'au prochain de Coben...)
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If your looking for a really great book, you've found it! I don't know what else to say.. this book is masterfully written with characters that you will feel are sitting beside you. I simply cannot recommend this book enough. Also find "the convention" written by travis. Murder, extreme bravery and learning that everthing that happens is a well conceived plan. Very powerful as well.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Du suspense à l'état pur ! 25 février 2007
Par Gini
Format:Poche
Après un début peu être un peu lancinant, on se laisse ensuite complètement happer par l’intrigue de ce thriller qui vous rend complètement accro et ne manquera pas de vous surprendre par son suspense haletant et son dénouement des plus inattendu !!

Un vrai Bon moment de lecture, effectivement très facile à lire pour un francais et qui m’a donné envi de découvrir toutes les autres perles de Mr Coben !!
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Par Aurélie
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Absolument fabuleux! jusqu'à la dernière ligne ce roman tient le lecteur en haleine. Tout au long du livre on croit tomber sur les clichés du genre qui, au final, s'avèrent être pure ingéniosité. H.COBEN nous perd du premier paragraphe au dernier. Lorsque vous croyez avoir compris toutes les connections un élément vient tout chambouler! Un véritable labyrinthe où une surprise vous attend à chaque recoins!!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 A couper le souffle 22 novembre 2004
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Tres bon livre, tres surprenant, tres facile a lire pour les francais. Le suspense tient jusqu'au bout.
Everyone should read Harlac Coben. His writing is simple but so exciting and realistic! Very good art.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Bien, mais pas très surprenant 10 mars 2004
Par Valerie74
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Ce livre est vraiment bien. Un vrai suspense, un livre agréable à lire. Le problème, c'est que c'est le 2e livre d'Harlan Coben que je lisais, et que j'ai eu l'impression de retrouver les mêmes ficelles que dans Tell no one...
Si j'avais lu ce roman en premier, j'aurais été beaucoup plus élogieuse. Là, je ne regrette que la répétition.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 de rebondissements en rebondissements.... 20 mai 2003
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Ce livre à l'écriture fluide, se laisse dévorer aisément. Le point faible: les rebondissements à gogo..le point fort: les rebondissments à gogo...Il n'y rien de plus irritant que de s'apercevoir qu'un dénouement qui nous plaisait n'est pas le bon; mais c'est aussi excitant parce que le suspense dure, et le livre aussi... même si parfois c'est tiré par les cheveux!!!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Super COBEN
superbe intrigue comme toujours à recommander à tous les amateurs du genre et aux autres . . . . .
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As a boy, Will Klein had a hero: his older brother, Ken. Ken vanished after a murder... And eleven years have passed....
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Mon premier Harlan Coben ; 400 pages de rebondissements ininterrompus et inattendus mais au bout de 300 pages je me suis sentie un peu essoufflée par ces revirements sans... Lire la suite
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This excellent thriller has it all and you'll find it hard to put down.

The character study is flawless and the suspens amazing (you'll have to wait for the very last... Lire la suite
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Un polar US bien ficelé
"Gone for Good" est un polar américain avec les qualités et les défauts des polars US. Lire la suite
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Comme à chaque fois, Harlan Coben nous tient en haleine jusqu'au bout, et les nouveaux rebondissements nous surprennent jusqu'à la dernière page. Lire la suite
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Du début à la fin, on apprend de nouvelles choses, et on a du mal à lâcher le livre. J'ai passé un bon moment. Lire la suite
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On est sur les traces de Tell No One, très bon thriller, très bon suspense, on en redemande ;)
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