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Tell No One (English Edition) [Format Kindle]

Harlan Coben
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Amazon.com's Best of 2001

David Beck has rebuilt his life since his wife's murder eight years ago, finishing medical school and establishing himself as a pediatrician, but he's never forgotten the woman he fell in love with in second grade. And when a mysterious e-mail arrives on the anniversary of their first kiss, with a message and an image that leads him to wonder whether Elizabeth might still be alive, Beck will stop at nothing to find the truth that's eluded him for so many years. A powerful billionaire is equally determined to make sure his role in her disappearance never comes to light, even if it means destroying an innocent man.

In David Beck, Harlan Coben, the author of the popular series starring sports agent Myron Bolitar (Darkest Fear et al.) has created a protagonist who shares many of Bolitar's best qualities--he's a decent, generous, gentle guy whose loyalty to those he loves is unquestionable. So when he discovers that people he was close to may be responsible not only for Elizabeth's murder but also the "accidental" death of his father, Beck's sense of betrayal is as understandable to the reader as his uncharacteristically violent reaction. Coben is a skillful storyteller with a gift for creating likable characters caught up in circumstances that illuminate their complex emotional lives and deep humanity. This should be the thriller that breaks this talented writer out of the mystery genre and earns him the recognition he deserves. --Jane Adams

Extrait

Eight Years Later

Another girl was about to break my heart.

She had brown eyes and kinky hair and a toothy smile. She also had braces and was fourteen years old and--

"Are you pregnant?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dr. Beck."

I managed not to close my eyes. This was not the first time I'd seen a pregnant teen. Not even the first time today. I've been a pediatrician at this Washington Heights clinic since I finished my residency at nearby Columbia-Presbyterian Medical Center five years ago. We serve a Medicaid (read: poor) population with general family health care, including obstetrics, internal medicine, and, of course, pediatrics. Many people believe this makes me a bleeding-heart do-gooder. It doesn't. I like being a pediatrician. I don't particularly like doing it out in the suburbs with soccer moms and manicured dads and, well, people like me.

"What do you plan on doing?" I asked.

"Me and Terrell. We're real happy, Dr. Beck."

"How old is Terrell?"

"Sixteen."

She looked up at me, happy and smiling. Again I managed not to close my eyes.

The thing that always surprises me -- always -- is that most of these pregnancies are not accidental. These babies want to have babies. No one gets that. They talk about birth control and abstinence and that's all fine and good, but the truth is, their cool friends are having babies and their friends are getting all kinds of attention and so, hey, Terrell, why not us?

"He loves me," this fourteen-year-old told me.

"Have you told your mother?"

"Not yet." She squirmed and looked almost all her fourteen years. "I was hoping you could tell her with me."

I nodded. "Sure."

I've learned not to judge. I listen. I empathize. When I was a resident, I would lecture. I would look down from on high and bestow upon patients the knowledge of how self-destructive their behavior was. But on a cold Manhattan afternoon, a weary seventeen-year-old girl who was having her third kid with a third father looked me straight in the eye and spoke an indisputable truth: "You don't know my life."

It shut me up. So I listen now. I stopped playing Benevolent White Man and became a better doctor. I will give this fourteen-year-old and her baby the absolute best care possible. I won't tell her that Terrell will never stay, that she's just cut her future off at the pass, that if she is like most of the patients here, she'll be in a similar state with at least two more men before she turns twenty.

Think about it too much and you'll go nuts.

We spoke for a while -- or, at least, she spoke and I listened. The examining room, which doubled as my office, was about the size of a prison cell (not that I know this from firsthand experience) and painted an institutional green, like the color of a bathroom in an elementary school. An eye chart, the one where you point in the directions the Es are facing, hung on the back of the door. Faded Disney decals spotted one wall while another was covered with a giant food pyramid poster. My fourteen-year-old patient sat on an examining table with a roll of sanitary paper we pulled down fresh for each kid. For some reason, the way the paper rolled out reminded me of wrapping a sandwich at the Carnegie Deli.

The radiator heat was beyond stifling, but you needed that in a place where kids were frequently getting undressed. I wore my customary pediatrician garb: blue jeans, Chuck Taylor Cons, a button-down oxford, and a bright Save the Children tie that screamed 1994. I didn't wear the white coat. I think it scares the kids.

My fourteen-year-old -- yes, I couldn't get past her age -- was a really good kid. Funny thing is, they all are. I referred her to an obstetrician I liked. Then I spoke to her mother. Nothing new or surprising. As I said, I do this almost every day. We hugged when she left. Over her shoulder, her mother and I exchanged a glance. Approximately twenty-five moms take their children to see me each day; at the end of the week, I can count on one hand how many are married.

Like I said, I don't judge. But I do observe.

After they left, I started jotting notes in the girl's chart. I flipped back a few pages. I'd been following her since I was a resident. That meant she started with me when she was eight years old. I looked at her growth chart. I remembered her as an eight-year-old, and then I thought about what she'd just looked like. She hadn't changed much. I finally closed my eyes and rubbed them.

Homer Simpson interrupted me by shouting, "The mail! The mail is here! Oooo!"

I opened my eyes and turned toward the monitor. This was Homer Simpson as in the TV show The Simpsons. Someone had replaced the computer's droning "You've got mail" with this Homer audio wave. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I was about to check my email when the intercom's squawking stopped my hand. Wanda, a receptionist, said, "You're, uh, hmm, you're, uh ... Shauna is on the phone."

I understood the confusion. I thanked her and hit the blinking button. "Hello, sweetums."

"Never mind," she said. "I'm here."

Shauna hung up her cellular. I stood and walked down the corridor as Shauna made her entrance from the street. Shauna stalks into a room as though it offends her. She was a plus-size model, one of the few known by one name. Shauna. Like Cher or Fabio. She stood six one and weighed one hundred ninety pounds. She was, as you might expect, a head-turner, and all heads in the waiting room obliged.

Shauna did not bother stopping at Reception and Reception knew better than to try to stop her. She pulled open the door and greeted me with the words "Lunch. Now."

"I told you. I'm going to be busy."

"Put on a coat," she said. "It's cold out."

"Look, I'm fine. The anniversary isn't until tomorrow anyway."

"You're buying."

I hesitated and she knew she had me.

"Come on, Beck, it'll be fun. Like in college. Remember how we used to go out and scope hot babes together?"

"I never scoped hot babes."

"Oh, right, that was me. Go get your coat."

On the way back to my office, one of the mothers gave me a big smile and pulled me aside. "She's even more beautiful in person," she whispered.

"Eh," I said.

"Are you and she..." The mother made a together motion with her hands.

"No, she's already involved with someone," I said.

"Really? Who?"

"My sister."



We ate at a crummy Chinese restaurant with a Chinese waiter who spoke only Spanish. Shauna, dressed impeccably in a blue suit with a neckline that plunged like Black Monday, frowned. "Moo shu pork in a tortilla shell?"

"Be adventurous," I said.

We met our first day of college. Someone in the registrar's office had screwed up and thought her name was Shaun, and we thus ended up roommates. We were all set to report the mistake when we started chatting. She bought me a beer. I started to like her. A few hours later, we decided to give it a go because our real roommates might be assholes.

I went to Amherst College, an exclusive small-Ivy institution in western Massachusetts, and if there is a preppier place on the planet, I don't know it. Elizabeth, our high school valedictorian, chose Yale. We could have gone to the same college, but we discussed it and decided that this would be yet another excellent test for our relationship. Again, we were doing the mature thing. The result? We missed each other like mad. The separation deepened our commitment and gave our love a new distance-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder dimension.

Nauseating, I know.

Between bites, Shauna asked, "Can you baby-sit Mark tonight?"

Mark was my five-year-old nephew. Sometime during our senior year, Shauna started dating my older sister, Linda. They had a commitment ceremony seven years ago. Mark was the by-product of, well, their love, with a little help from artificial insemination. Linda carried him to term and Shauna adopted him. Being somewhat old-fashioned, they wanted their son to have a male role model in his life. Enter me.

Next to what I see at work, we're talking Ozzie and Harriet.

"No prob," I said. "I want to see the new Disney film anyway."

"The new Disney chick is a babe and a half," Shauna said. "Their hottest since Pocahontas."

"Good to know," I said. "So where are you and Linda going?"

"Beats the hell out of me. Now that lesbians are chic, our social calendar is ridiculous. I almost long for the days when we hid in closets."

I ordered a beer. Probably shouldn't have, but one wouldn't hurt.

Shauna ordered one too. "So you broke up with what's-her-name," she said.

"Brandy."

"Right. Nice name, by the way. She have a sister named Whiskey?"

"We only went out twice."

"Good. She was a skinny witch. Besides, I got someone perfect for you."

"No, thanks," I said.

"She's got a killer bod."

"Don't set me up, Shauna. Please."

"Why not?"

"Remember the last time you set me up?"

"With Cassandra."

"Right."

"So what was wrong with her?"

"For one thing, she was a lesbian."

"Christ, Beck, you're such a bigot."

Her cell phone rang. She leaned back and answered it, but her eyes never left my face. She barked something and flipped the mouthpiece up. "I have to go," she said.

I signaled for the check.

"You're coming over tomorrow night," she pronounced.

I feigned a gasp. "The lesbians have no plans?"

"I don't. Your sister does. She's going stag to the big Brandon Scope formal."

"You're not going with her?"

"Nah."

"Why not?"

"We don't want to leave Mark without us two nights in a row. Linda has to go. She's running the trust now. Me, I'm taking the night off. So come over tomorrow night, okay? I'll order in, we'll watch videos with Mark."

Tomorrow was the anniversary. Had Elizabeth lived, we'd be scratching our twenty-first line in that tree. Strange as this might sound, tomorrow would not be a particularly hard day for me. For anniversaries or holidays or Elizabeth's birthday, I get so geared up that I usually handle them with no problems. It's the "regular" days that are hard. When I flip with the remote and stumble across a classic episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show or Cheers. When I walk through a bookstore and see a new title by Alice Hoffman or Anne Tyler. When I listen to the O'Jays or the Four Tops or Nina Simone. Regular stuff.

"I told Elizabeth's mother I'd stop by," I said.

"Ah, Beck..." She was about to argue but caught herself. "How about after?"

"Sure," I said.

Shauna grabbed my arm. "You're disappearing again, Beck."

I didn't reply.

"I love you, you know. I mean, if you had any sort of sexual appeal whatsoever, I probably would have gone for you instead of your sister."

"I'm flattered," I said. "Really."

"Don't shut me out. If you shut me out, you shut everyone out. Talk to me, okay?"

"Okay," I said. But I can't.



I almost erased the email.

I get so much junk email, spam, bulk emails, you know the drill, I've become quite handy with the delete button. I read the sender's address first. If it's someone I know or from the hospital, fine. If not, I enthusiastically click the delete button.

I sat at my desk and checked the afternoon schedule. Chock-full, which was no surprise. I spun around in my chair and readied my delete finger. One email only. The one that made Homer shriek before. I did the quick scan, and my eyes got snagged on the first two letters of the subject.

What the--?

The way the window screen was formatted, all I could see were those two letters and the sender's email address. The address was unfamiliar to me. A bunch of numbers @comparama.com.

I narrowed my eyes and hit the right scroll button. The subject appeared a character at a time. With each click, my pulse raced a bit more. My breathing grew funny. I kept my finger on the scroll button and waited.

When I was done, when all the letters showed themselves, I read the subject again and when I did, I felt a deep, hard thud in my heart.


From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Format : Format Kindle
  • Taille du fichier : 1557 KB
  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 386 pages
  • Editeur : Orion (26 août 2010)
  • Vendu par : Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 1409117022
  • ISBN-13: 978-1409117025
  • ASIN: B0049MPI1Q
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  • Moyenne des commentaires client : 4.2 étoiles sur 5  Voir tous les commentaires (17 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 master of modern suspense 18 février 2003
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This thriller is a real page-turner and it is emotional at the same time. Readers identify with David's pain, especially as the love story between him and his missing wife - Elisabeth - is told in funny and moving scenes. The plot becomes complicated at times - but not too complicated - and the hi-tech side of the novel makes it more compelling. One can't wait to know how the mysterious e-mail messages are sent and whether Elisabeth is dead or alive. Wait till you read it! I just couldn't stop.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Parfait 21 juillet 2010
Par Léa33
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J'ai vu le très bon film de Guillaume Canet avant de lire ce livre. Je connaissais donc l'intrigue et le dénouement mais c'est vraiment du très grand Coben. J'ai lu tous ses livres et je crois que c'est celui là dont l'intrigue est la plus scotchante. Merveilleusement bien ficelée, complexe, qui nous tient en haleine jusqu'au tout dernier moment.
A lire absolument, en anglais si possible.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Prenant mais... 8 mars 2009
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Bon, je viens de finir "tell no one" de Harlan Coben et je dois dire que je l'ai lu en (presque) une nuit. Je n'avais aucune envie de lacher le livre. Le livre est écrit d'une part à la première personne (le héros)et également à la 3ème personne lorsque l'histoire est racontée. Les deux se rejoignent continuellement. La trame est vraiment très prenante, le héros dont la femme fut assassiné recoit soudain une missive pour le moins surprenante... Je n'en dirai pas plus! Il y a bien sur les bons et les méchants mais qui est vraiment bon? Malgré tout je n'ai pas trouvé l'histoire complètement convainquante et de plus elle me faisait un peu penser à Millénium de Stieg Larsen. En tout cas c'est une lecture facile et le suspense reste présent jusqu'à la fin du livre. Je le recommande.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Great read 9 juillet 2010
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This was my first Harlan Coben and not the last to be sure.

All the ingredients are there to guarantee a sleepless night as it is almost impossible to put the book down.

I liked the book better than the French movie based on the thriller. Some New York thing just don't translate well in another country.

One of the best in the genre.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 a thouroughly enjoyable thriller 12 août 2002
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This thriller fullfills all the criteria we ask of a page turner . Suspence , a likable central character , some romance and a surprise ending . It is well written and well paced . I liked it a lot and would read more this writer has to offer .
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Le suspense y est roi 4 février 2009
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J'ai lu la version française "Sans un mot" il est vraiment génial.

Depuis je suis une fan de Harlan Coben.

Du début à la fin on se demande ou est le fils, qui est le meurtrier?, comment vont ils retrouver le fils? pourquoi est il parti?

Tant de questions....

Bonne lecture!!!!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 read it!!!! 5 juin 2014
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a thriller novel ...A thrilling odyssey with masterful twists and turns... Classical American English... Some everyday words to learn for those who study English (upper-int...)
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Du bon Coben! 17 mars 2014
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Très bon livre, nouveau plein de suspense et de rebondissements jusqu'à la fin. Le genre de livre que l'on ne referme qu'arrivé au bout.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 super livre
Un Harlan Coben de qualité avec suspense, scénario recherché
Si vous aimez Harlan Coben ce livre est à recommander, sinon aussi
Publié il y a 3 mois par stb.duroy
3.0 étoiles sur 5 Non conforme au livre...
Il manque des des paragraphes du livre.. Quel dommage ! Je voulais utiliser le CD et le livre en même temps, je suis un peu déçue.
Publié il y a 16 mois par Beaudemont
4.0 étoiles sur 5 Très Bon
Je connais l'auteur, ayant lu plusieurs de ses oeuvres. Celui-ci m'a beaucoup plu.
Je n'hésite pas à le recommander aux lecteurs en anglais.
Publié le 17 novembre 2012 par Greg Philip
2.0 étoiles sur 5 pas crédible !!!
C'est vrai que la première partie est prenante, mais les personnages, leur motivations et l'intrigue sont totalement invraisemblables. Lire la suite
Publié le 24 août 2012 par Itaparica
4.0 étoiles sur 5 Bon roman
Ce roman est selon moi un des meilleurs d'Harlan Coben : le suspense est au rendez-vous, l'intrigue est bien ficelée et ça se lit donc très vite !
Publié le 9 mai 2012 par agathe
5.0 étoiles sur 5 Excellent
Excellent book in an excellent state even though it's a second hand. Excellent retailer,The book was VERY quickly delivered. A thousand thanks! Lire la suite
Publié le 23 septembre 2010 par Vincent H.
5.0 étoiles sur 5 lecture très agréable à recommander
Ce fut une commande rapide et sérieuse, et le livre corespond tout à fait à ma demande. Vendeur à recommander.
Publié le 16 mai 2010 par El Mghari Khadija
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