Více o knize
Fourteen-year-old Cynthia Bigge woke one morning to discover that her entire family, mother, father, brother had vanished. No note, no trace, no return. Ever. Now, twenty-five years later, she'll learn the devastating truth Sometimes better not to know. . . Cynthia is happily married with a young daughter, a new family. But the story of her old family isn't over. A strange car in the neighborhood, untraceable phone calls, ominous gifts, someone has returned to her hometown to finish what was started twenty-five years ago. And no one's innocence is guaranteed, not even her own. By the time Cynthia discovers her killer's shocking identity, it will again be too late . . . even for goodbye.
Nákup knihy
Zonder een woord, Linwood Barclay
- Jazyk
- Rok vydání
- 2007
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- (měkká)
Doručení
Platební metody
Tady nám chybí tvá recenze.
- Titul
- Zonder een woord
- Jazyk
- nizozemsky
- Autoři
- Linwood Barclay
- Vydavatel
- Areopagus
- Rok vydání
- 2007
- Vazba
- měkká
- Počet stran
- 386
- ISBN10
- 9085642728
- ISBN13
- 9789085642725
- Štítky
- Beletrie, Detektivky & Thriller, Thrillery, Rodina, Napětí, USA, Vraždy, Tajemství, Psychologické thrillery, Rodičovství, Minulost, Strach, Pátrání, Kanadská literatura, Zmizení, pohřešování
- První vydání
- 2007
- Původní název
- No Time for Goodbye
- Hodnocení
- 3,85 z 5
- Anotace
- Fourteen-year-old Cynthia Bigge woke one morning to discover that her entire family, mother, father, brother had vanished. No note, no trace, no return. Ever. Now, twenty-five years later, she'll learn the devastating truth Sometimes better not to know. . . Cynthia is happily married with a young daughter, a new family. But the story of her old family isn't over. A strange car in the neighborhood, untraceable phone calls, ominous gifts, someone has returned to her hometown to finish what was started twenty-five years ago. And no one's innocence is guaranteed, not even her own. By the time Cynthia discovers her killer's shocking identity, it will again be too late . . . even for goodbye.




