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A Myron Bolitar Novel
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- ¥710
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- ¥710
発行者による作品情報
“Another winner . . . Pungent observations, indelibly drawn characters and a twisting, surprise-laden plot.”—Atlanta Journal and Constitution
Kidnappers have snatched the teenage son of super-star golfer Linda Coldren and her husband, Jack, an aging pro, at the height of the U.S. Open. To help get the boy back, sports agent Myron Bolitar goes charging after clues and suspects from the Main Line mansions to a downtown cheaters’ motel—and back in time to a U.S. Open twenty-three years ago, when Jack Coldren should have won, but didn't. Suddenly Myron finds him self surrounded by blue bloods, criminals, and liars. And as one family's darkest secrets explode into murder, Myron finds out just how rough this game can get.
In novels that crackle with wit and suspense, Edgar Award winner Harlan Coben has created one of the most fascinating and complex heroes in suspense fiction—Myron Bolitar—a hotheaded, tenderhearted sports agent who grows more and more engaging and unpredictable with each page-turning appearance.
“Sharp plotting and emotional density, as well as nonstop wisecracks.”—Publishers Weekly
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Coben, who just won the Edgar for best original paperback (Fade Away) scores a hole in one with this fourth outing for basketball star tuned sports agent Myron Bolitar. Golf takes center stage, but the sharp plotting and emotional density, as well as nonstop wisecracks, make this a book even for the golf-averse. When someone kidnaps the son of golfer Jack Coldren just as he's poised to win the U.S. Open, the boy's grandfather asks Myron to help. The mother, golf champion Linda Coldren, is afraid to notify police, and Myron sees an opportunity not only to save a life but also to sign up a couple of new clients. Bodies and clues pile up, and as the past unravels, Myron discovers that the Coldrens' skeletons touch even his close but enigmatic friend, Win. The characters are deftly etched and the details keenly observed (regarding a group of mall girls: "There were four girls. Or maybe five or even six. Hard to say. They all seemed to blend into one another").
