Informationen zum Autor Karen M. McManus is a #1 New York Times and internationally 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-two languages. Klappentext "Milly, Aubrey, and Jonah Story are cousins, but they barely know each another, and they've never even met their grandmother. Rich and reclusive, she disinherited their parents before they were born. So when they each receive a letter inviting them to work at her island resort for the summer, they're surprised ... and curious. Their parents are all clear on one point-not going is not an option. This could be the opportunity to get back into Grandmother's good graces. But when the cousins arrive on the island, it's immediately clear that she has different plans for them. And the longer they stay, the more they realize how mysterious-and dark-their family's past is. The entire Story family has secrets. Whatever pulled them apart years ago isn't over-and this summer, the cousins will learn everything"--

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Karen M. McManus

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1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying comes your next obsession. You'll never feel the same about family again.

Milly, Aubrey, and Jonah Story are cousins, but they barely know each another, and they've never even met their grandmother. Rich and reclusive, she disinherited their parents before they were born. So when they each receive a letter inviting them to work at her island resort for the summer, they're surprised . . . and curious.

Their parents are all clear on one point--not going is not an option. This could be the opportunity to get back into Grandmother's good graces. But when the cousins arrive on the island, it's immediately clear that she has different plans for them. And the longer they stay, the more they realize how mysterious--and dark--their family's past is.

The entire Story family has secrets. Whatever pulled them apart years ago isn't over--and this summer, the cousins will learn everything.

Fans of the hit thriller that started it all can watch the secrets of the Bayview Four be revealed in the One of Us is Lying TV series now streaming on NBC's Peacock!

Résumé
Every twist is gasp-inducing . Another McManus novel worth pulling an all-nighter for. *Kirkus Reviews

"The twists come *fast and furious." SLJ

"McManus (One of Us Is Lying) once again crafts a taut, multilayered mystery.... [She] weaves past and present to take readers on a well-paced, twisty ride that will hold readers rapt till the last page. Publishers Weekly

"Masterfully plotted and packed with her trademark twists, fans will be utterly hooked." The Bookseller

A slow-burn, uneasy beginning ultimately makes way for a frantically paced end peppered with twists that genre fans will happily take in stride. . . . Fans of McManus's previous offerings and of mysteries steeped in family dramatics will be eager for this." *Booklist*

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Chapter One

Milly

I m late for dinner again, but this time it s not my fault. There s a mansplainer in my way.

Mildred? That s a grandmother s name. But not even a cool grandmother. He says it like he thinks he s being clever. Like in all my seventeen years, no one else has ever noticed that my name isn t the fashionable kind of classic. It took a Wall Street investment banker with slicked-back hair and a pinkie ring to render that particular bit of social commentary.

I sip the dregs of my seltzer. I was, in fact, named after my grandmother, I say.

I m at a steak house in midtown at six o clock on a rainy April evening, doing my best to blend with the happy hour crowd. It s a game my friends and I play sometimes; we go to restaurant bars so we don t have to worry about getting carded at the door. We wear our simplest dresses and extra makeup. We order seltzer water with lime-- in a small glass, please, I m not that thirsty --and gulp it down until there s almost nothing left. Then we wait to see if anyone offers to buy us a drink.

Somebody always does.

Pinkie Ring smiles, his teeth almost fluorescent in the dim light. He must take his whitening regimen very seriously. I like it. Quite a contrast for such a beautiful young woman. He edges closer, and I catch a headache-inducing whiff of strong cologne. You have a very interesting look. Where are you from?

Ugh. That s marginally better than the What are you? question I get sometimes, but still gross. New York, I say pointedly. You?

I mean originally, he clarifies, and that s it. I m done.

New York, I repeat, and stand up from my stool. It s just as well he didn t talk to me until I was about to leave, because a cocktail before dinner wasn t one of my better ideas. I catch my friend Chloe s eye across the room and wave good-bye, but before I can extract myself, Pinkie Ring tips his glass toward mine. Can I get you another of whatever that is?

No thank you. I m meeting someone.

He pulls back, brow furrowed. Very furrowed. In a behind-on-his-Botox sort of way. He also has creases lining his cheeks and crinkles around his eyes. He s way too old to be hitting on me, even if I were the college student I occasionally pretend to be. What are you wasting my time for, then? he grunts, his gaze already roving over my shoulder.

Chloe likes the happy hour game because, she says, high school boys are immature. Which is true. But sometimes I think we might be better off not knowing how much worse they can get.

I pluck the lime out of my drink and squeeze it. I m not aiming for his eye, exactly, but I m still a little disappointed when the juice spatters only his collar. Sorry, I say sweetly, dropping the lime into the glass and setting it on the bar. Normally I wouldn t bother. But it s so dark in here. When you first came over, I thought you were my dad.

As if. My dad is way better-looking, and also: not a creep. Pinkie Ring s mouth drops open, but I scoot past him and out the door before he can reply.

The restaurant I m going to is just across the street, and the hostess smiles when I come through the door. Can I help you?

I m meeting someone for dinner? Allison?

Her gaze drops to the book in front of her and a small crease appears between her eyes. I m not