The House Across the Lake

Informationen zum Autor Riley Sager is the New York Times bestselling author of six novels, most recently Home Before Dark and Survive the Night . A native of Pennsylvania, he now lives in Princeton, New Jersey. Klappentext THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Named a most-anticipated summer book by USA Today , People , E! News, Cosmopolitan , PureWow , CNN.com, New York Post , CrimeReads, POPSUGAR , and more The bestselling author of Final Girls and Survive the Night is back with his best plot twist yet. ( People , "Best Summer Books") Be careful what you watch for . . . Casey Fletcher, a recently widowed actress trying to escape a streak of bad press, has retreated to the peace and quiet of her family's lake house in Vermont. Armed with a pair of binoculars and several bottles of bourbon, she passes the time watching Tom and Katherine Royce, the glamorous couple living in the house across the lake. They make for good viewinga tech innovator, Tom is powerful; and a former model, Katherine is gorgeous. One day on the lake, Casey saves Katherine from drowning, and the two strike up a budding friendship. But the more they get to know each otherand the longer Casey watchesit becomes clear that Katherine and Tom's marriage isn't as perfect as it appears. When Katherine suddenly vanishes, Casey immediately suspects Tom of foul play. What she doesn't realize is that there's more to the story than meets the eyeand that shocking secrets can lurk beneath the most placid of surfaces. Packed with sharp characters, psychological suspense, and gasp-worthy plot twists, Riley Sager's The House Across the Lake is the ultimate escapist read . . . no lake house required. Leseprobe Now I stare at the detective on the other side of the table, an untouched mug of coffee in front of me. The steam rising from it gives her a gauzy air of mystery. Not that she needs help in that regard. Wilma Anson possesses a calm blankness that rarely changes. Even at this late hour and soaked by the storm, she remains unperturbed. "Have you watched the Royce house at all this evening?" she says. "Yes." There's no point in lying. "See anything unusual?" "More unusual than everything I've already seen?" I say. A nod from Wilma. "That's what I'm asking." "No." This time a lie is required. I've seen a lot this evening. More than I ever wanted to. "Why?" A gust of wind lashes rain against the French doors that lead to the back porch. Both of us pause a moment to watch the droplets smacking the glass. Already, the storm is worse than the TV weatherman said it would be-and what he had predicted was already severe. The tail end of a Category 4 hurricane turned tropical storm as it swerved like a boomerang from deep inland back to the North Atlantic. Rare for mid-October. Rarer still for eastern Vermont. "Because Tom Royce might be missing," Wilma says. I tear my gaze from the French doors' rain-specked panes to give Wilma a look of surprise. She stares back, unflappable as ever. "Are you sure?" I say. "I was just there. The house is unlocked. That fancy car of his is still in the driveway. Nothing inside seems to be missing. Except for him." I turn again to the French doors, as if I'll be able to see the Royce house rising from the lake's opposite shore. Instead, all I can make out is howling darkness and lightning-lit flashes of water whipped into a frenzy by the wind. "Do you think he ran?" "His wallet and keys are on the kitchen counter," Wilma says. "It's hard to run without cash or a car. Especially in this weather. So I doubt ...

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Riley Sager