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With unmatched suspense and emotional insight, Harlan Coben explores the big secrets and little lies that can destroy a relationship, a family, and even a town in this powerful new thriller. Suburban New Jersey Detective Napoleon “Nap” Dumas hasn't been the same since senior year of high school, when his twin brother Leo and Leo’s girlfriend Diana were found dead on the railroad tracks—and Maura, the girl Nap considered the love of his life, broke up with him and disappeared without explanation. For fifteen years, Nap has been searching, both for Maura and for the real reason behind his brother's death. And now, it looks as though he may finally find what he's been looking for. When Maura's fingerprints turn up in the rental car of a suspected murderer, Nap embarks on a quest for answers that only leads to more questions—about the woman he loved, about the childhood friends he thought he knew, about the abandoned military base near where he grew up, and mostly about Leo and Diana—whose deaths are darker and far more sinister than Nap ever dared imagine.
|Publisher:||Penguin Publishing Group|
|Product dimensions:||6.20(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.70(d)|
About the Author
Hometown:Ridgewood, New Jersey
Date of Birth:January 4, 1962
Place of Birth:Newark, New Jersey
Education:B.A. in political science, Amherst College, 1984
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Daisy wore a clingy black dress with a neckline so deep it could tutor philosophy.
She spotted the mark sitting at the end of the bar, wearing a gray pinstripe suit. Hmm. The guy was old enough to be her dad. That might make it more difficult to make her play, but then again, it might not. You never knew with the old guys. Some of them, especially the recent divorcees, are all too ready to preen and prove they still got it, even if they never had it in the first place.
Especially if they never had it in the first place.
As Daisy sauntered across the room, she could feel the eyes of the male patrons crawling down her bare legs like earthworms. When she reached the end of the bar, she made a mild production of lowering herself onto the stool next to him.
The mark peered into the glass of whiskey in front of him as though he were a gypsy with a crystal ball. She waited for him to turn toward her. He didn’t. Daisy studied his profile for a moment. His beard was heavy and gray. His nose was bulbous and putty-like, almost as though it were a Hollywood silicon special effect. His hair was long, straggly, mop-like.
Second marriage, Daisy figured. Second divorce in all probability.
Dale Miller—that was the mark’s name—picked up his whiskey gently and cradled it in both hands like it was an injured bird.
“Hi,” Daisy said with a much-practiced hair toss.
Miller’s eyes slid toward her. He looked her straight in the eyes. She waited for his gaze to dip down to the neckline—heck, even women did it with this dress—but they stayed on hers.
“Hello,” he replied. Then he turned back to his whiskey.
Daisy usually let the mark hit on her. That was her go-to technique. She said hi like this, she smiled, the guy asked whether he could buy her a drink. You know the deal. But Miller didn’t look in the mood to flirt. He took a deep swallow from his whiskey glass, then another.
That was good. The heavy drinking. That would make this easier.
“Is there something I can do for you?” he asked her.
Burly, Daisy thought. That was the word to describe him. Even in that pinstripe suit, Miller had that burly-biker-Vietnam-vet thing going on, his voice a low rasp. He was the kind of older guy Daisy found sexy, though that was probably her now legendary daddy issues rearing their insecure head. Daisy liked men who made her feel safe.
It had been too long since she’d known one.
Time to try another angle, Daisy thought.
“Do you mind if I just sit here with you?” Daisy leaned a little closer, working the cleavage a bit, and whispered, “There’s this guy. . . .”
“Is he bothering you?”
Sweet. He didn’t say it all macho poseur like so many d-bags she had met along the way. Dale Miller said it calmly, matter-of-factly, chivalrously, even—like a man who wanted to protect her.
“No, no . . . not really.”
He started looking around the bar. “Which one is he?”
Daisy put a hand on his arm.
“It’s not a big deal. Really. I just . . . I feel safe here with you, okay?”
Miller met her eyes again. The bulbous nose didn’t go with the face, but you almost didn’t notice it with those piercing blue eyes. “Of course,” he said, but in a cautious voice. “Can I buy you a drink?”
That was pretty much all the opening Daisy needed. She was good with conversation, and men—married, single, getting divorced, whatever—never minded opening up to her. It took Dale Miller a little more time than usual—Drink Four, if her count was correct—but eventually he got to the impending divorce to Clara, his, yup, second wife who was eighteen years his junior. (“Should’ve know, right? I’m such a fool.”) A drink later, he told her about the two kids Ryan and Simone, the custody battle, his job in finance.
She had to open up, too. That was how this worked. Prime the pump. She had a story at the ready for just such occasions—a completely fictional one, of course—but something about the way Miller carried himself made her add shades of candor. She would never tell him the truth. No one knew that in this town, except Rex. And even Rex didn’t know it all.
He drank whiskey. She drank vodka. She tried to imbibe at a slower pace. Twice she took her full glass to the bathroom, dumped it into the sink, filled it with water. Still, Daisy was feeling a little buzzed when the text came in from Rex.
R for Ready.
“Everything okay?” Miller asked her.
“Sure. Just a friend.”
She texted back a Y for Yes and turned back to him. This was the part where she would normally suggest that they go someplace quieter. Most men jumped at the chance—men were nothing if not predicable on that score—but she wasn’t sure that direct route would work with Dale Miller. It wasn’t that he didn’t seem interested. He just seemed to be somehow—she wasn’t sure how to put it—somehow above it.
“Could I ask you something?” she began.
Miller smiled. “You been asking me things all night.”
There was a slight slur in his voice. Good.
“Do you have a car?” she asked.
“I do. Why?”
She glanced about the bar. “Could I, uh, ask you for a ride home? I don’t live far.”
“Sure, no problem.” Then: “I may need a little time to sober up—”
Daisy hopped off the stool. “Oh that’s okay. I’ll walk then.”
Miller sat upright. “Wait, what?”
“I kinda need to get home now, but if you can’t drive—”
“No, no,” he said, managing to stand. “I’ll take you now.”
“If it’s trouble . . .”
He hopped off the stool. “No trouble, Daisy.”
Bingo. As they started for the door, Daisy quickly texted Rex:
Code for On Our Way.
Some might call it a con or swindle, but Rex insisted that it was “righteous” money. Daisy wasn’t sure about righteous, but she didn’t feel a lot of guilt about it either. The plan was simple in execution, if not motive. A man and a woman are getting divorced. The custody battle turns nasty. Both sides get desperate. The wife—technically speaking, the husband could use their services, too, though so far it had always been the wife—hired Rex to help them win this bloodiest of battles. How did he do it?
Nail the husband on a DUI.
What better way to show the man is an unfit parent?
So that was how it worked. Daisy’s job was twofold: Make sure the mark was legally drunk and then get him behind the wheel. Rex, who was a cop, pulled the guy over, arrested him for driving under the influence, and boom, their client gets a big boost in the court proceedings. Right now, Rex was waiting in a squad car two blocks away. He always found an abandoned spot very close to whatever bar the mark would be drinking in that evening. The fewer witnesses, the better. They didn’t want questions.
Pull the guy over, arrest him, move on.
They both stumbled out the door and into the lot.
“This way,” Miller said. “I parked over here.”
The lot was made up of loose pebbles. Miller kicked them up as he led her to a gray Toyota Corolla. He hit the key fob. The car gave a muted double honk. When Miller headed toward the passenger door, Daisy was confused. Did he want her to drive? God, she hoped not. Was he more wasted than she thought? That seemed more likely. But she quickly realized it was neither of those things.
Dale Miller was opening the door for her. Like a real gentleman. That was how long it had been since Daisy had known a real gentleman. She hadn’t even realized what he was doing.
He held the door and waited. Daisy slid into the car. Dale Miller waited while she was all the way in and properly situated before he carefully closed the door behind her.
She felt a pang of guilt.
Rex had pointed out many times that they weren’t doing anything illegal or even ethically dubious. For one thing, the plan didn’t always work. Some guys don’t hang out in bars. “If that’s the case,” Rex had told her, “then he’s in the clear. Our guy is already out drinking, right? You’re just giving him a little push, that’s all. But he doesn’t have to drink and drive. That’s his choice in the end. You’re not putting a gun to his head.”
Daisy put on her seat belt. Dale Miller did the same. He started the car and put it in reverse. The tires crunched the pebbles. When he was clear of the spot, Miller stopped the car and looked at Daisy for a long moment. She tried to smile, but it wouldn’t hold.
“What are you hiding, Daisy?” he asked.
She felt a chill but didn’t reply.
“Something happened to you. I can see it in your face.”
Not sure what else to do, Daisy tried to laugh it off. “I told you my life story in that bar, Dale.”
Miller waited another second, maybe two, though it felt to her like an hour. Finally, he looked forward and put the car in drive. He didn’t say another word as they made their way out of the parking lot.
“Take a left,” Daisy said, hearing the tenseness in her own voice. “And then it’s the second right.”
Dale Miller was silent now, making the turns deliberately, the way you do when you’ve had too much to drink but don’t want to get pulled over. The Toyota Corolla was clean and impersonal and smelled a little too strongly of deodorizer. When Miller took the second right, Daisy held her breath and waited for Rex’s blue lights and siren to come on.
This was always the scary part for Daisy, because you never knew how someone was going to react. One guy tried to make a run for it, though he realized the futility before he reached the next corner. Some guys started cursing. Some guys—too many of them—started sobbing. That was the worst. Grown men, coolly hitting on her moments ago, some still with their hand sliding up past her dress, suddenly starting blubbering like preschoolers.
They realized the severity in an instant. That realization crushed them.
Daisy didn’t know what to expect with Dale Miller.
Rex had the timing down to a science, and as though on cue, the spinning blue light came to life, followed immediately by the squad-car siren. Daisy pivoted and studied Dale Miller’s face to gauge his reaction. If Miller seemed distraught or surprised, neither emotion was showing on his face. He was composed, determined, even. He used his blinker to signal before carefully veering to a proper stop by the curb as Rex pulled up behind him.
The siren was off now, the blue light still circling.
Dale Miller put the car in park and turned to her. She wasn’t sure what expression to go with here. Surprise? Sympathy? A what-can-you-do sigh?
“Well, well,” Miller said. “It looks like the past has caught up with us, eh?”
His words, his tone, his expression, unnerved her. She wanted to yell for Rex to hurry, but he was taking his time the way a cop does. Dale Miller kept his eyes on her, even after Rex did a knuckle-knock on his window. Miller slowly turned away and slid open the window.
“Is there a problem, officer?”
“License and registration, please.”
Dale Miller handed them over.
“Have you been drinking tonight?”
“Maybe one,” he said.
With that answer, at least, he was the same as every other mark. They always lied.
“Do you mind stepping out of the car for a moment?”
Miller turned back toward Daisy. Daisy tried not to cringe under his gaze. She stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact.
Rex said, “Sir? I asked you—”
“Of course, officer.”
Dale Miller pulled the handle. When the interior car light came, Daisy closed her eyes for a moment. Miller rolled out with a grunt. He left the door open, but Rex reached past him and slammed it closed. The window was still open so Daisy could hear.
“Sir, I would like to run a series of field sobriety tests on you.”
“We could skip that,” Dale Miller said.
“Why don’t we go right to the Breathalyzer, if that would be easier?”
That offer surprised Rex. He glanced past Miller for a moment and caught her eye. Daisy gave a small shrug.
“I assume you have a field Breathalyzer in your squad car?” Miller asked.
“I do, yes.”
“So let’s not waste your time or mine or the lovely lady’s.”
Rex hesitated. Then he said, “Okay, please wait here.”
When Rex turned to go back to his squad car, Dale Miller pulled out a gun and shot Rex twice in the back of the head. Rex crumpled to the ground.
Then Dale Miller turned the gun toward Daisy.
They’re back, she thought.
After all these years, they found me.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Love Harlan Coben! He makes me think..... not just about the story but also about human nature.
A very good read a real page turner
Fascinating, well written tale of love, revenge and accepting the truth.
Another outstanding book from Mr Coben. He never let's his fans down. Where some authors of today pump out a book each month, he takes his time and produces quality instead of quanity. Highly recommend this and everything this very talented author has written.
As always good reading
Once again Harlan draws you into this story on page 1 and you just can't put the book down. Would have liked an epilogue maybe 5 years later saying how everyone was doing.
Great read but missing my Myron buddies.
Yet another awedome Harlon Cobin book
Great story good characters, and even a cameo from Myron Bolitar.
Ronaldo Angeles 15-May-2018 The book “Don’t Let Go” is a thriller and suspenseful book which was made by Harlan Coben. The story follows the main protagonist Napoleon “Nap” Dumas who has been questioning his brother’s death and the disappearance of his girlfriend who went missing right after it happened. When two cops arrive at his door step, they reveal that Maura’s (who was his girlfriend) fingerprint were at the scene of a murder. Napoleon questions why Muara would be at the scene of a cop murder and decides to figure it on. This story has many unexpected twists and turns and will make you not want to put the book down. The point of view is 3rd person limited. The book is fast paced, and many things happen at once. They never really drag or stretch out the story. I believe that they could’ve worked better on the antagonist. There really isn’t a main antagonist until you get half of the way through the book. However, the protagonist, who is Nap, is built great. They make him seem like a normal person just like everyone else and they don’t really exaggerate his persona. One of the major conflicts in the book is Nap figuring out what happened with the “Conspiracy Club” and why they are being hunted down. Nap is the one who puts himself in charge on trying to find out what’s going on. This leads him to more questions then answers really. The one thing I would change about this book is one of the character’s death. I just didn’t find it fair for them to kill him off, but then again if they hadn’t, Nap wouldn’t figure out who was behind It all. My favorite character would have to be Hank. They don’t really go into that much detail of hank, but I loved him. He was misunderstood which made him who he was. Overall, I enjoyed the book. It was great. It kept me up all day, the minute I got my hands on it I just couldn’t put it down. I would recommend this book for anyone who is looking for unexpected twist. You get a lot in the book.
Great book. Coven has a way of putting you in the moment and feel every emotion.
Slow start but well worth it!!
I’ve read all of Harlan’s books and this does not disappoint. I love how he keeps the reader intrigued with a splash of witty humor. He does a great job of adding twists to his stories. Can’t wait for the next book.
Great read! As always your books never disappoint
I love HC. He is a brilliant writer. This book is a great addition to his work. Never saw it coming....that's why i love gis books
A terrific read
This author once again has outdone himself. 265 pages long. Kind of a coming of age story. So many twists and turns.!Just love the main character. This book will not disappoint.
Harlens books are fast becoming my go to reads.
hard to put down excellent thanks
A real page turner.
What a great book i could not put this one down
I always loved Harlan Conan books. This one is no different, I couldn’t put it down. I love his style of writing, it’s crisp and funny plus exciting. It captures you from the very beginning and has twists and turns that keep your interest so you can’t wait to see what comes next.
For the first time in my reading history, I didn’t like a Harlan Coben book. The book goes from far fetched, to contrived, to ridiculously stupid. I couldn’t wait to finish it so I could read something better. The author did a good job tying up the loose ends at the end of the novel but skip this one and read some of the much better earlier novels of Coben.
Well written keeps your interest