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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.
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Zonder een woord, Linwood Barclay
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- Released
- 2007
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- Title
- Zonder een woord
- Language
- Dutch
- Authors
- Linwood Barclay
- Publisher
- Areopagus
- Released
- 2007
- Format
- Paperback
- Pages
- 386
- ISBN10
- 9085642728
- ISBN13
- 9789085642725
- Series
- No Time For Goodbye
- Tags
- Fiction, Mystery & Thriller, Thriller, Family, Suspense, USA, Murders, Parenthood, Psychological Thrillers, Secrets, Past, Fear, Search, Canadian Literature, Disappearance
- First published
- 2007
- Original title
- No Time for Goodbye
- Rating
- 3.85 out of 5
- Description
- 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.