Harlan Coben Audiobook Romane & Geschichten

Cole didn't move for a full thirty seconds. "Harlan is dead," Cole said. "No. He's not." "I watched him die. Prague. The ambush that killed my team." His voice was completely flat. The flatness that came after something hit too hard for a normal reaction. "I pulled him out of a burning vehicle. He didn't make it to the hospital."

Harlan ate with the appreciation of someone who had been cooking for himself for a long time and knew the difference between a meal that was fuel and a meal that was care. The conversation moved in the way conversations moved when the people in them had decided, silently and without discussion, that tonight was not the night for the difficult things. Not about the file or the organisation or the legal proceedings or Victor or any of the chains of cause and effect that connected them. About other things. Harlan had opinions about the estate's garden that were specific and surprising. He had grown up around gardens, he said, before everything else, and the habit of noticing them had never left

“The old man collapsed. He is coughing blood. The whole family is here. Elena just arrived. They are all on her. Nobody knows where she was last night.” A brief silence. “You said he collapsed.” “Yes.” “And he is coughing blood.” “Exactly Young Master Drake.” A pause. “Hope nobody saw you when you put those substances in his meal last night.” Harlan glanced toward the bedroom door. Then back. His voice barely above a whisper. “No eyes saw. There is nothing to worry about Young Master. Your plan is working perfectly just as you wrote it.” “I’m coming,” Drake said. The line went dead. Harlan stood in the hallway for a moment. Then a slow smile settled on his face. He turned to walk back.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

Harlan was a gentleman, dressed in a smart suit and looking very young. He'd been to a lot of places, which, he and Leona chatted about. Leona propped her chin up and looked out the window with a smile, "I feel uncomfortable now that I'm idle instead, it's more comfortable in the research lab." Harlan laughed softly and took a sip of his coffee, "I heard that you are living with your boyfriend, it was a shock to know that you have a boyfriend, I thought that with a personality like yours, you won't have a boyfriend, it feels like no one will tether you."

"You ready for this?" Leo swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs. The fragile calm of the cabin shattered. The storm wasn't just outside anymore. It was ringing in Harlan's hand. He nodded, bracing himself for whatever came next. The sanctuary was breached, not by hunters yet, but by the terrifying unknown on the other end of the line. The calm was over. Harlan swiped the answer button and put the phone on speaker. "Yeah?" A voice, distorted by static and distance, but chillingly familiar in its controlled malice, filled the small cabin:

You sound tense. Harlan exhaled slowly, his voice tightening. “Things just got complicated. Something I didn’t foresee. We need to talk. In person.” [Wait—complicated how? What happened?] The voice on the other end had shifted, now filled with worry. “I think Mason’s taken an interest in the Harper case,” Harlan said, almost like the words tasted bitter in his mouth. “And that’s very unlike him. I don’t know what he’s playing at, but I intend to find out.”

I laid it all out for him, speaking slowly just in case he was too dense to read the obvious writing on the wall. "It really does sound terrible when you put it like that," Harlan replied, pacing the room. "Perhaps, it simply was not her time to die yet. Think about it for a second—the rescue happened during the peak of the full moon. What are the actual odds that she would have survived being infected by a concentrated dose of wolfsbane?" Harlan asked in a low, conspiratorial voice. Harlan was a master strategist and served as the head of my intelligence service. He had been born on the streets and survived for years as a starving orphan before I recognized the raw talent in him and drew hi

The same clean, deliberate gap as the wolf hall — enough time for whatever had been done to look, on paper, like it couldn't possibly be connected to the man who'd walked out the door before anything went wrong. I was already reaching for my boots, already hearing Dominic's chair scrape back outside my door at the sound of my voice rising, already feeling the full, terrible shape of it close around me. Harlan was three hundred miles from Silver Moon's burning lab tonight. And he'd been standing alone in my father's room forty minutes before my father's heart tried to stop for the second time in a week.

"I've had a strange month." We sat in the garden room, the three of us; Morgan, Alexander, and myself, with tea neither Morgan nor I actually drank, and I told her everything. Not the version filtered through Martin's phone call, not the summary. The full weight of it: the box, the letters, the drive, Harlan's confession, Harlan's death, the plan for the next twenty-two hours, now closer to eighteen. She listened with her hands folded in her lap, her face going through the same careful stillness I recognized, with something like a jolt, as the exact same stillness Alexander wore when he was absorbing something enormous and refusing to let it break the surface. Where do you think I get it fro