Harlan Coben - Play Dead

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Publisher's Weekly
Terrible secrets lead basketball star David Baskin to fake his death while honeymooning in the tropics in this manipulative but otherwise engaging first novel. His bereaved bride, supermodel Laura Ayars, not sure that David's drowning was accidental, starts sleuthing-which proves dangerous when somebody begins killing people who may have the answers she wants. Meanwhile, David, fitted out with a new identity and appearance, tries out for his original team, the Boston Celtics, and ''replaces'' himself at his former position. Why he has faked his death is explained in the story's penultimate surprise. But why he risks playing in front of fans who know his style is never addressed. Crucial coincidences abound, such as the love affair of David's brother and Laura's sister-adults who, as kids 30 years before, just happen to have witnessed their parents' worst sins. Coben manufactures tension primarily by keeping key details out of his narrative, a method that eventually wears thin. The resolution comes as a relief, with less of a bang than its buildup promises.
Library Journal
Despite its fundamental implausibility, this is an engrossing suspense novel. A star pro basketball player, David Baskin, disappears on his honeymoon, and a mutilated, drowned body is assumed to be his. But strange things are happening to his beautiful widow. And a few months later, a total unknown startles the basketball world with a highly professional style of play exactly like Baskin's. The mystery has its origins in a murder 30 years earlier. The reader's suspicions about what actually happened to Baskin, and about the identity of the murderer, shift as layers of lies are stripped away. Despite the basketball, this is primarily great romantic suspense.- Marylaine Block, St. Ambrose Univ. Lib., Davenport, Ia.
School Library Journal
When Laura Ayers and David Baskin secretly marry, it is a match made in heaven. She is a former model turned entrepreneur, while he is the Boston Celtics basketball sensation. But tragedy strikes on their Australian honeymoon when David never returns from a swim in treacherous waters. As Laura struggles with her grief, events unfold to make her question David's mysterious disappearance. She begins to uncover a conspiracy of past and present that slowly destroys all those involved. Coben weaves a delicate web of intrigue that throws alternating suspicion on each person Laura trusts. A fast-moving thriller with a rapidly twisting plot that keeps readers in suspense until the final page. -Katherine Fitch, Jefferson Sci-Tech, Alexandria, VA

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‘Your husband went out a few minutes ago,’ he informed her. ‘He left a note for me to give you.’

‘Could you read it to me?’

‘Of course. Would you hold on a second?’

She heard the phone being dropped heavily to the wooden desk and then the sounds of somebody stumbling around echoed into the receiver. ‘Here it is.’ Paper was unfolded. Hesitation. ‘It’s… it’s rather personal, Mrs Baskin.’

‘That’s okay.’

‘You still want me to read it?’

‘You already have,’ Laura replied.

‘True enough.’ He paused and then, reluctantly, he read David’s words. ‘Stepped out for moment. Should be right back.’ The receptionist cleared his throat before continuing. ‘Black garter belt and stockings are on bed. Put them on and wait for me… my, uh, my little sex kitten.’

Laura stifled a laugh. ‘Thank you very much. Would you mind giving my husband a message when he gets back?’

‘I’d rather not, ma’am. He’s rather large, you know.’

This time she did laugh. ‘No, nothing like that. Just tell him I’ll be back a little later than originally planned.’

His voice was relieved. ‘I can do that,’ he said. ‘Yeah, sure, no worries.’

Laura replaced the receiver, took a deep breath, and returned to the negotiating table.

Two hours later, the deal was set. The few minor obstacles had been removed and soon, department stores throughout Australia and New Zealand would be inundated with Svengali products, maybe even before the Christmas season. Laura sat back in the taxi’s plush cushion and smiled.

So much for business.

By the time the taxi dropped her in front of the hotel, night was beginning to settle in, snatching the spare rays of the sun that still lighted Palm’s Cove. But Laura was not tired. Business rejuvenated her – business and the thought that David was only a few feet from where she now stood, waiting for her…

‘Mrs Baskin?’

It was the receptionist. She walked toward the desk with a bright smile.

‘Another note from your husband.’

‘Would you like to read this one to me too?’ she asked. He laughed and handed her an envelope. ‘I think you can handle this one all by yourself, thanks anyway.’

‘Thank you.’ She opened the sealed envelope and read.

LAURA,

BE BACK SOON. WENT FOR A SWIM IN THE

OCEAN. I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER. ALWAYS

REMEMBER THAT.

DAVID

Puzzled, Laura folded the note and went to the room.

The black stockings were on the bed.

Laura slid them over her ankles and then slowly rolled them up her slender legs. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Her hands reached behind her back and unclasped her lace brassiere. It fell forward and slipped down her arms.

She strapped on the garter belt and attached the stockings. She stood and looked in the mirror. Then she did what few people who beheld such a magnificent sight would do.

She laughed.

That man has made me completely loony, she thought with a shake of her head, remembering what a different person she had been before David entered her life two years ago. Thinking back, Laura recalled that she and David did not hit it off right away – to be more precise, their first meeting had been about as romantic as a two-car accident.

They had met on a humid Boston night in July of 1986 at a gala black-tie party for the Boston Pops. The place was packed. Everyone who was anyone in Boston society was there.

Laura hated such events. She especially hated the reason she attended them (she felt she had to) and she hated the phony smiles and the phony lines everyone handed out. Even worse were the men who showed up for such functions – cocky, persistent and overbearing neo-playboys with egos that were nearly as vast as their insecurities. She had been hit on so many times at these things she felt like a stubborn nail jutting out of a piece of plywood. Over the years, her manner of dealing with such approaches began to border on the rude. But at times, only a cutting phrase could slow down a charging bull.

Laura had built a wall around herself – more like a fortress with a shark-infested moat. She also knew that she was developing a reputation of being a ‘cold bitch,’ a woman who ‘knew she was hot and thought her shit didn’t stink.’ This reputation was well-known and also, in her mind, untrue. But Laura did little to discourage it since it helped keep some of the animals at bay.

At this particular party, she had been standing a few yards away from the buffet table, watching with disbelief as the well-dressed patrons attacked the food like the poor in Bangladesh. That was when she turned away and bumped into David.

‘Excuse me,’ she said without looking at the man.

‘Grim sight,’ David replied, motioning toward the ravenous savages at the buffet table. ‘Welcome to Day of the Locust.’

She nodded and began to walk away.

‘Wait a minute,’ David called after. ‘I don’t mean to sound like a groupie but aren’t you Laura Ayars?’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘Allow me to introduce myself. My name is David Baskin.’

‘The basketball player?’

‘The same. Are you a basketball fan, Miss Ayars?’

‘Not in the least bit, but it would be impossible to live in Boston and not hear your name mentioned.’

‘I blush in modesty.’

‘I’m sure you do. If you’ll excuse me…’

‘The brush-off already? Before you go, Miss Ayars, may I just say that you look enchanting this evening.’

Her voice was tainted with sarcasm. ‘Original line, Mr Baskin.’

‘David,’ he replied calmly. ‘And for the record, I’m not handing out lines.’ He paused. ‘May I ask why you don’t like basketball?’

Typical jock, Laura thought. He thinks that the planet Earth could not possibly spin without grown men grunting and sweating while running back and forth in a meaningless wave. This guy shouldn’t take long to get rid of. He’s probably not used to carrying on a conversation that involves complete sentences.

‘It’s inconceivable, isn’t it?’ she began. ‘I mean, it must be impossible for you to imagine a thinking person who doesn’t enjoy watching illiterate men whose brain capacity is in adverse proportion to their height try to jam a spherical object through a metallic circle.’

His expression did not change. ‘Aren’t we a little cranky today?’ he replied. ‘And all those big words. Very impressive. Have you ever been to the Boston Garden to watch the Celtics?’

Laura shook her head in mock self-pity. ‘I guess I haven’t really lived yet.’ She looked at her watch but did not even see the time. ‘My, my, time does fly. I have enjoyed this little chat, but I really must be go – ’

‘We don’t have to talk about basketball, you know.’

The sarcasm was still there. ‘We don’t?’

His smile remained unfazed. ‘No, we don’t. Believe it or not, I’m capable of discussing matters of greater substance: economics, politics, peace in the Middle East – you name it.’ He snapped his fingers and his smile grew. ‘I have an idea. Why don’t we talk about something really intellectual – like modeling! But no. I mean, it would be impossible for you to imagine a thinking person who doesn’t enjoy watching people whose brain size is in direct proportion to their body-fat level try to look as much like a mannequin as humanly possible.’

For a moment their eyes met, and then Laura lowered her head. When she looked up again, David was smiling in such a way as to soften his words.

‘Lighten up, Laura,’ he said gently, an expression she would hear so many times in the future. ‘I wasn’t trying to do anything but talk to you. I’ve read a lot about you and Svengali – yes, some basketball players can indeed read – and I thought you would be an interesting person to meet. I wasn’t looking for anything else but with your looks, I’m sure you think this is just another line. And I don’t blame you. Maybe it is.’

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