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Harlan Coben - Long Lost

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Table of Contents ALSO BY HARLAN COBEN Deal Breaker Drop Shot Fade - photo 1
Table of Contents

ALSO BY HARLAN COBEN
Deal Breaker
Drop Shot
Fade Away
Back Spin
One False Move
The Final Detail
Darkest Fear
Tell No One
Gone for Good
No Second Chance
Just One Look
The Innocent
Promise Me
The Woods
Hold Tight
For Sandra Whitaker The coolest cuz in the entire world PART ONE Hold on - photo 2
For Sandra Whitaker
The coolest cuz in the entire world
PART ONE
Hold on.
This will hurt more than anything has before.

William Fitzsimmons, I Dont Feel It Anymore

YOU dont know her secret, Win said to me.
Should I?
Win shrugged.
Its bad? I asked.
Very, Win said.
Then maybe I dont want to know.

Two days before I learned the secret shed kept buried for a decadethe seemingly personal secret that would not only devastate the two of us but change the world foreverTerese Collins called me at five AM, pushing me from one quasi-erotic dream into another. She simply said, Come to Paris.
I had not heard her voice in, what, seven years maybe, and the line had static and she didnt bother with hello or any preamble. I stirred and said, Terese? Where are you?
In a cozy hotel on the Left Bank called dAubusson. Youll love it here. Theres an Air France flight leaving tonight at seven.
I sat up. Terese Collins. Imagery flooded inher Class-B-felony bikini, that private island, the sun-kissed beach, her gaze that could melt teeth, her Class-B-felony bikini.
Its worth mentioning the bikini twice.
I cant, I said.
Paris, she said.
I know.
Nearly a decade ago we ran away to an island as two lost souls. I thought that we would never see each other again, but we did. A few years later, she helped save my sons life. And then, poof, she was gone without a traceuntil now.
Think about it, she went on. The City of Lights. We could make love all night long.
I managed a swallow. Sure, yeah, but what would we do during the day?
If I remember correctly, youd probably need to rest.
And vitamin E, I said, smiling in spite of myself. I cant, Terese. Im involved.
With the 9/11 widow?
I wondered how she knew. Yeah.
This wouldnt be about her.
Sorry, but I think it would.
Are you in love? she asked.
Would it matter if I said yes?
Not really.
I switched hands. Whats wrong, Terese?
Nothings wrong. I want to spend a romantic, sensual, fantasy-filled weekend with you in Paris.
Another swallow. I havent heard from you in, what, seven years?
Almost eight.
I called, I said. Repeatedly.
I know.
I left messages. I wrote letters. I tried to find you.
I know, she said again.
There was silence. I dont like silence.
Terese?
When you needed me, she said, really needed me, I was there, wasnt I?
Yes.
Come to Paris, Myron.
Just like that?
Yes.
Where have you been all this time?
I will tell you everything when you get here.
I cant. Im involved with someone.
That damn silence again.
Terese?
Do you remember when we met?
It had been on the heels of the greatest disaster of my life. I guess the same was true for her. We had both been pushed into attending a charity event by well-meaning friends, and as soon as we saw each other, it was as if our mutual misery were magnetic. Im not a big believer in the eyes being the windows of the soul. Ive known too many psychos who could fool you to rely on such pseudoscience. But the sadness was so obvious in Tereses eyes. It emanated from her entire being really, and that night, with my own life in ruins, I craved that.
Terese had a friend who owned a small Caribbean island not far from Aruba. We ran off that very night and told no one where we were going. We ended up spending three weeks there, making love, barely talking, vanishing and tearing into each other because there was nothing else.
Of course I remember, I said.
We both had been crushed. We never talked about it. But we both knew.
Yes.
Whatever crushed you, Terese said, you were able to move past it. Thats natural. We recover. We get damaged and then we rebuild.
And you?
I couldnt rebuild. I dont even think I wanted to rebuild. I was shattered and maybe it was best to keep me that way.
Im not sure I follow.
Her voice was soft now. I didnt thinkcheck that, I still dont thinkthat I would like to see what my world would look like rebuilt. I dont think I would like the result.
Terese?
She didnt reply.
I want to help, I said.
Maybe you cant, she said. Maybe theres no point.
More silence.
Forget I called, Myron. Take care of yourself.
And then she was gone.

AH, Win said, the delectable Terese Collins. Now thats a top-quality, world-class derriere.
We sat in the rickety pullout stands in the Kasselton High School gymnasium. The familiar whiffs of sweat and industrial cleaner filled the air. All sounds, as in every similar gymnasium across this vast continent, were distorted, the strange echoes forming the audio equivalent of a shower curtain.
I love gyms like this. I grew up in them. I spent many of my happiest moments in similar airless confines with a basketball in my hand. I love the sound of the dribbling. I love the sheen of sweat that starts popping up on faces during warm-ups. I love the feel of the pebbly leather on your fingertips; that moment of neo-religious purity when your eyes lock on the front rim and you release the ball and it backspins and there is nothing else in the entire world.
Glad you remember her, I said.
Top-quality, world-class derriere.
Yeah, I got that the first time.
Win had been my college roommate at Duke and was now my business partner and, along with Esperanza Diaz, my best friend. His real name was Windsor Horne Lockwood III, and he looked like it: thinning blond locks parted by a deity; ruddy complexion; handsome patrician face; golfers V-neck burn; eyes the blue of ice. He wore overpriced khakis with a crease to rival the hair part, a blue Lilly Pulitzer blazer with a pink and green lining, a matching pocket hanky that puffed out like a clowns water-squirting flower.
Effete wear.
When Terese was on TV, Win said, his snooty prep-school accent sounding as though he were explaining the obvious to a somewhat slow child, you couldnt tell the quality. She was sitting behind the anchor desk.
Uh-huh.
But then I saw her in that bikinifor those keeping score, that would be the Class-B-felony one I told you about earlierwell, it is a wonderful asset. Wasted as an anchorwoman. Its a tragedy when you think about it.
Like the Hindenburg, I said.
Hilarious reference, Win said. And oh so timely.
Wins expression was permanently set on haughty. People looked at Win and would see elitist, snobby, Old-World money. For the most part, theyd be right. But the part where theyd be wrong... that could get a man seriously maimed.
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