Nothing More to Tell
(Sprache: Englisch)
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the critically acclaimed author of One of Us Is Lying comes a new page-turning mystery. Be sure to keep your friends close . . . and your secrets closer.
Four years ago, Brynn left Saint Ambrose School...
Four years ago, Brynn left Saint Ambrose School...
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the critically acclaimed author of One of Us Is Lying comes a new page-turning mystery. Be sure to keep your friends close . . . and your secrets closer.Four years ago, Brynn left Saint Ambrose School following the shocking murder of her favorite teacher—a story that made headlines after the teacher’s body was found by three Saint Ambrose students in the woods behind their school. The case was never solved. Now that Brynn is moving home and starting her dream internship at a true-crime show, she’s determined to find out what really happened.
The kids who found Mr. Larkin are her way in, and her ex–best friend, Tripp Talbot, was one of them. Without his account of events, the other two kids might have gone down for Mr. Larkin’s murder—but instead, thanks to Tripp, they're now at the top of the Saint Ambrose social pyramid. Tripp’s friends have never forgotten what Tripp did for them that day, and neither has he. Just like he hasn’t forgotten that everything he told the police was a lie.
Digging into the past is bound to shake up the present, and when Brynn begins to investigate what happened in the woods that day, she uncovers secrets that might change everything—about Saint Ambrose, about Mr. Larkin, and about her ex-best friend, Tripp Talbot.
Four years ago someone got away with murder. More terrifying is that they might be closer than anyone thinks.
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Chapter OneBrynn
Do you have a favorite crime?
The girl sitting beside me in the spacious reception area asks the question so brightly, with such a wide smile, that I m positive I must have misheard her. A favorite what? I ask.
Crime, she says, still smiling.
Okay. Did not mishear. In general, or-- I start cautiously.
From the show, she says, a note of impatience creeping into her voice. Which is fair. I should have known what she meant, considering we re sitting in the middle of temporary office space for Motive.
I try to recover. Oh, yeah, of course. Hard to pick. They re all so . . . What s the right word here? Compelling.
I m obsessed with the Story case, she says, and bam--she s off. I m impressed by all the rich detail she remembers from a show that aired more than a year ago. She s obviously a Motive expert, whereas I m a more recent convert to the true-crime arm of journalism. Truth be told, I wasn t expecting to land an interview for this internship. My application was . . . unconventional, to say the least.
Desperate times and all that.
Less than two months ago, in October of my senior year, my life was fully on track. I was living in Chicago, editor in chief of the school paper, applying early decision to my dream school, Northwestern. Two of my best friends planned on staying local too, so we were already dreaming about getting an apartment together. And then: one disaster after the other. I was fired from the paper, wait-listed at Northwestern, and informed by my parents that Dad s job was transferring him back to company headquarters.
Which meant returning to my hometown of Sturgis, Massachusetts, and moving into the house my parents had been renting to my uncle Nick since we d left. It ll be a fresh start, Mom said, conveniently forgetting the part where I d been desperate to leave four years ago.
Since then, I ve been scrambling to find
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some kind of internship that might make Northwestern take a second look at me. My first half dozen rejections were all short, impersonal form letters. Nobody had the guts to say what they were really thinking: Dear Ms. Gallagher, since your most-viewed article as editor of the school paper was a compilation of dick pics, you are not suitable for this position.
To be clear, I neither took nor posted the dick pics. I m just the loser who left the newspaper office door unlocked and forgot to log out of the main laptop. It doesn t really matter, though, because my name was in the byline that got screenshotted a thousand times and eventually ended up on BuzzFeed with the headline windy city school scandal: prank or pornography?
Both, obviously. After the seventh polite rejection, it occurred to me that when something like that is your number one result in a Google search, there s no point trying to hide it. So when I applied to Motive, I took a different tack.
The girl beside me is still talking, wrapping up an impressively in-depth analysis of the Story family saga. Where do you go to school? she asks. She s wearing a cute moto jacket over a graphic T-shirt and black jeans, and it comforts me that we re dressed somewhat alike. I m a sophomore at Emerson. Majoring in media arts with a minor in journalism, but I m thinking about flipping those.
I m still in high school, I say.
Really? Her eyes pop. Wow, I didn t realize this internship was even open to high school students.
I was surprised too, I say.
Motive wasn t on the list of internships I d compiled with my former guidance counselor s help; my fourt
To be clear, I neither took nor posted the dick pics. I m just the loser who left the newspaper office door unlocked and forgot to log out of the main laptop. It doesn t really matter, though, because my name was in the byline that got screenshotted a thousand times and eventually ended up on BuzzFeed with the headline windy city school scandal: prank or pornography?
Both, obviously. After the seventh polite rejection, it occurred to me that when something like that is your number one result in a Google search, there s no point trying to hide it. So when I applied to Motive, I took a different tack.
The girl beside me is still talking, wrapping up an impressively in-depth analysis of the Story family saga. Where do you go to school? she asks. She s wearing a cute moto jacket over a graphic T-shirt and black jeans, and it comforts me that we re dressed somewhat alike. I m a sophomore at Emerson. Majoring in media arts with a minor in journalism, but I m thinking about flipping those.
I m still in high school, I say.
Really? Her eyes pop. Wow, I didn t realize this internship was even open to high school students.
I was surprised too, I say.
Motive wasn t on the list of internships I d compiled with my former guidance counselor s help; my fourt
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Autoren-Porträt von Karen M. McManus
Karen M. McManus is a #1 New York Times and international bestselling author of young adult thrillers. Her books include the One of Us Is Lying series, which has been turned into a television show on Peacock, as well as the standalone novels Two Can Keep a Secret, The Cousins, You’ll Be the Death of Me, and Nothing More to Tell. Karen's critically acclaimed, award-winning work has been translated into more than forty languages.
Produktdetails
- Autor: Karen M. McManus
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2022, Internationale Ausgabe, 368 Seiten, Maße: 13,9 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593572572
- ISBN-13: 9780593572573
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.08.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
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"An edge-of-your-seat page-turner; the strongest yet from a master of the genre." Kirkus Reviews, starred review
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