I have been a huge fan of Harlan Coben’s since Tell No One. I try to read his books as soon as they have been published, and I have even converted a few followers.
But his books have gotten darker and darker.
In the good old days (say, the 90s), the bad guy was just an overweight member of the mafia. He threatened to break knee caps, but that was essentially it. In one of Coben’s recent books, he moved into the realm of terrorism and one of his beloved, reoccuring characters was tortured.
Man, I miss the 90s.
This book, Stay Close, enters the realm of a serial killer.
Did I mention that I missed the 90s?
Megan is a housewife with a son, a daughter, and a loving husband. But she’s restless and so she pays a little visit to her old life and sees an old friend who informs her that a man who nearly ruined Megan’s life was back in town.
Megan does not see how this is possible since she saw this man at night, in the park, very much dead. She works with Jack, a police detective, and together they discover that the darkest of motives can be found behind the kindest of smiles.
This book is classic, suspenseful Coben. But I desperately miss his laugh-out-loud Myron days.