Myron reached for the phone and dialed Win's number. After the eighth ring he began to hang up when a weak, distant voice coughed. "Hello?" Win?" Yeah." You okay?" Hello?" Win?" Yeah." What took you so long to answer the… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
“He flipped through the music stations as he drove, searching for some nonexistent perfect song that would be, as Stevie Nicks might sing, “hauntingly… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
When I was seventeen, I worked as a counsellor at a co-ed sleep-away camp for eight weeks. I loved it but it could be… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
I like to see the difference between good and evil as kind of like the foul line at a baseball game. It's very thin,… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
The state of New Jersey is really two places - terrible cities and wonderful suburbs. I live in the suburbs, the final battleground of… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
You know, people call mystery novels or thrillers 'puzzles.' I never understood that, because when I buy a puzzle, I already know what it… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
“Awareness started to creep in, clawing its way past the pain and numbness. He was lying on cold ground, his right cheek on a… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments - and you get… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
“The words kept landing like punches, dazing Adam, sapping his resistance, leaving him shaken and confused and ready to take a standing eight count.… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
“Making friends?” Tripp asked. “I’m a people person,” Adam said. “You know he’s the VP of the board, right?” “I must remember to genuflect… — Harlan Coben Copy Share
