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Look for Me

A Novel

Detective D. D. Warren Band 10

Lisa Gardner

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Beschreibung

A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

"An utterly absorbing story about troubled families and twisted fates. You won't be able to put it down-and it will haunt you long after you turn the final page."-Shari Lapena

"A complex crime scene, a missing girl, a ticking clock: no one writes a more page-turning, gut-wrenching thriller."-Tess Gerritsen

In #1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner's latest twisty thrill ride, Detective D. D. Warren and Find Her's Flora Dane return in a race against the clock to either save a young girl's life . . . or bring her to justice.

The home of a family of five is now a crime scene: four of them savagely murdered, one-a sixteen-year-old girl-missing. Was she lucky to have escaped? Or is her absence evidence of something sinister? Detective D. D. Warren is on the case-but so is survivor-turned-avenger Flora Dane. Seeking different types of justice, they must make sense of the clues left behind by a young woman who, whether as victim or suspect, is silently pleading, Look for me.

Praise for Look for Me

"Look for Me starts with a bang and never lets up! It's an utterly absorbing story about troubled families and twisted fates. You won't be able to put it down-and it will haunt you long after you turn the final page."-Shari Lapena, bestselling author of The Couple Next Door and A Stranger in the House

"Family, friendships, and foster relationships are explored in this emotional, page-turning thriller."-USA Today

"Gardner has a talent when it comes to exploring uncomfortable topics and the various psychological aspects that accompany them while evoking truly emotional responses. . . . Though the material Gardner writes about might sometimes be dark, she knows how to shine a light and generate optimism when all looks lost."-Associated Press

"Gardner has tackled a tough subject with some complicated protagonists. . . . Fans will find the result satisfying as ever."-Florida Times-Union

"Suspenseful and wholly believable, this ninth entry will win new fans for the series, especially among those who favor Karin Slaughter's gritty procedurals."-Booklist (starred review)

"A splendidly dark foray into the blood-soaked reality of family secrets and squabbles, and a relentless page-turner of a tale chock-full of Gardner's trademark twists and turns."-Providence Journal

"Gardner shines a heartbreaking light on foster care abuse while steadily ratcheting up the tension to a genuinely surprising and emotional finale."-Publishers Weekly

"The twists and turns in this gripping D. D. Warren adventure will keep readers turning the pages."-Library Journal

"Master storyteller Gardner does an outstanding job delicately building the evolving relationship between these two damaged but strong women. . . . As always, the plot is intricate and intense."-RT Book Reviews

"A complex crime scene, a missing girl, a ticking clock: no one writes a more page-turning, gut-wrenching thriller."-Tess Gerritsen, bestselling author of I Know a Secret

"Gardner again proves herself as a top thriller writer. . . . The tense Look for Me forcefully delves into family dynamics while also exploring the failures of foster care."-Sun-Sentinel (South Florida)

"[A] twisty thrill ride."-The Conway Daily Sun

"Terror, twists, and trepidation. Look for Me is a triple-salvo thriller."-Kathy Reichs, bestselling author of Two Nights and the Temperance Brennan series

Praise for Lisa Gardner

"You'll read Find Her for its adrenaline-charged plot. You'll remember it for its insights into trauma and forgiveness."-Oprah.com

"A psychological thriller both chilling and emotional. Her narrative thrums with heart-pounding scenes and unexpected twists that have you furiously flipping pages."-USA Today's Happy Ever After on Find Her

"The line between mysteries and thrillers and so-called literary fiction has always been a thin one, but contemporary writers like Gardner make that sort of arbitrary distinction seem especially foolish. . . . Find Her . . . is a taut, brilliantly constructed look at the same sort of horrific situation that powered Emma Donoghue's Room."-Connecticut Post

Lisa Gardner is the #1 
New York Times bestselling author of twenty novels, including 
Look for Me, 
Right Behind You, 
Find Her, 
Crash & Burn, 
Fear Nothing, 
Touch & Go, 
Catch Me, and 
The Neighbor, which won the International Thriller of the Year Award. She lives with her family in New England.

Produktdetails

Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 416
Erscheinungsdatum 31.12.2018
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-1-5247-4432-8
Verlag Penguin US
Maße (L/B/H) 20.8/13.7/2.5 cm
Gewicht 295 g

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  • This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof

    Copyright © 2018 Lisa Gardner

    Prologue

    A year later, what Sarah remembered most was waking up to the sound of giggling.

    "Shhh. Not so loud! My roommates hate it when I bring boys home. Killjoys need their beauty sleep."

    "So, no making noises? Like this?" A wolf howl from outside Sarah's bedroom door.

    Fresh giggling. Then loud thumps as someone, probably Heidi, ran into the coffee table, the couch, the standing lamp.

    "Oh well," Heidi announced. "Quiet was never gonna happen. I'm a screamer and proud of it."

    A man's voice: "Knew I picked the right girl at the bar. I like screamers. Always have."

    More giggling, more thumps.

    Sarah groaned, rolled face down on her tiny mattress, and pulled her pillow over her head. On the opposite side of the wall, no doubt Christy and Kelly were doing the same. Heidi Raepuro had been a last-minute addition to their apartment. A friend of a friend of a friend, qualified mostly by the fact Heidi was willing to pay extra for her own bedroom, and Sarah, Christy, and Kelly, who'd known one another since fresh man year, had really wanted the three-bedroom unit. Walking distance to Boston College, bay windows, hardwood floors, crown molding. When Sarah had first walked into the space, she'd felt like a grown-up. No more minifridge, no more standing-room-only dorm room. No more bare mattress shared with two younger siblings in an overcrowded slumlord's paradise.

    The long nights studying when the rest of her friends had been out partying or repeating their parents' drug-fueled mistakes had finally paid off.

    Which was the other reason she'd fallen in love with the brightly lit apartment. Because after spending her entire childhood sharing, sharing, sharing, this place offered her the greatest luxury imaginable: her own room. Granted, it was barely the size of a twin mattress, more a closet than a bedroom, most likely converted by an enterprising landlord looking to charge a three-bedroom price for what was originally a two-bedroom unit, but Sarah didn't care. Tiny fit her budget. And with Christy and Kelly able to split the largest room, and silly, vapid Heidi cashing out the other main sleeping space, every one was happy. Especially Sarah, ensconced in her minuscule slice of paradise.

    Except for nights like tonight.

    More crashing-then moaning. Good God, didn't Heidi ever get enough?

    A curious scrape.

    "Hey now." Heidi's voice, hiccupping slightly as she panted from exertion.

    Sarah rolled her eyes, pulled the pillow tighter around her ears. "Wait . .. I don't want ... No!"

    Sarah sat up just as Heidi screamed. Loud, pitching, and ...

    Do screams have a taste? Fire? Ash? Red-hot cinnamon candies, which as a little girl Sarah liked to let melt on the tip of her tongue?

    Or is it more that screams have a color? Green and gold giggles, purple and blue cackles, or this? Molten white. Melt-your-eyeballs, singe-the-hair-on-your-arms, bright, bright, white? A color too brilliant for nature, searing straight to the core.

    That's what Heidi screamed. Molten white.

    It pierced the thin walls, threatened to blow out the windows. It jolted Sarah, sitting bolt upright.

    And completely, totally, unable to move.

    This was the part she still didn't remember well. Not even a year later. The police asked her about the details, of course. Detectives, a forensic nurse, later more investigators, crime scene specialists.

    All she could tell them was that the night started with green and gold giggles and ended with molten-white screams. Heidi's the whitest and brightest but also blessedly short.

    Christy and Kelly. Two girls in one room. Best friends, members of the lacrosse team. Forewarned, forearmed, they fought. They hurled trophies. Was the sound of crashing metal a taste or a color? No, just a crash. Followed by screams, all kinds of colors and flavors. Fear, rage, anguish. Determination as one nailed h