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Promise Me

Harlan Coben

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“Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.”

“There was an old joke about being left on a deserted island with an editor. You are starving. All you have left is a glass of orange juice. Days pass. You are near death. You are about to drink the juice when the editor grabs the glass from your hand and pees into it. You look at him, stunned . "There," the editor says, handing you the glass. "It just needed a little tweaking.”

“Oh, you’ve made plenty of short stories long. But never, ever, have you made a long story short.”

“The missing girl—there had been unceasing news reports, always flashing to that achingly ordinary school portrait of the vanished teen, you know the one, with the rainbow-swirl background, the girl's hair too straight, her smile too self-conscious, then a quick cut to the worried parents on the front lawn, microphones surrounding them, Mom silently tearful, Dad reading a statement with quivering lip—that girl, that missing girl had just walked past Edna Skylar.”

“The other: “Oh my God, we were like so wasted.” “From beer?” “Beer and shots, yeah.” “How did you get home?” “Randy drove.” At the top of the stairs, Myron stiffened.”

“She circled in front of the woman, trying not to be too obvious, ducking behind taller people, and when she was in the right place, Edna spun around. The possible-Katie was walking toward her. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, and Edna knew.”

“you prefer macho he-men,” Myron said. “I understand.” She snickered. “Why does he keep looking at me like that?” “My guess? He’s probably checking out your ass.” “Good to know somebody is.” Myron cleared his throat, glanced away. “So you want to have dinner together tomorrow?” “That would be nice.” “I’ll pick you up at seven.” Ali put her hand on his chest. Myron felt something electric in the touch. She stood on tiptoes—Myron was six-four—and kissed his cheek. “I’ll cook for you.” “Really?”

“wave. “Hey, girls.” Myron Bolitar prided himself on big opening lines. The girls were both high school seniors, both pretty in that coltish way. The one sitting on the corner of his old bed—the one he had met for the first time an hour ago—was named Erin. Myron had started dating Erin’s mother, a widow and freelance magazine writer named Ali Wilder, two months ago. This party, here at the house Myron had grown up in and now owned, was something of a “coming out” party for Myron and Ali as a couple. The other girl, Aimee Biel, mimicked his wave and tone. “Hey, Myron.” More silence. He first saw Aimee Biel the day after she was born”

“You’re aware,” Myron said, “that kidnap victims often identify with their abductors.” “I know all that. The Stockholm syndrome and all its bizarre offshoots. But it just didn’t seem that way. Katie didn’t look particularly exhausted. The body language was right. There wasn’t panic in her eyes or any kind of cult-like zealousness. Her eyes were clear, in fact. I didn’t see signs of drugs there, though granted I only got a brief look.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” “Always was,” Myron said. “Yeah, but you used to have a sweet jumper from the top of the key. Now what do you got?” “Raw animal magnetism and supernatural charisma?” “I’m going to hang up now.” He”

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