Publisher's Synopsis
Quizá no conozcas tan bien a tus vecinos como creìas. El nuevo y electrizante thriller de Shari Lapena, autora de La pareja de al lado.
En un tranquilo barrio residencial de Nueva York, algunos hogares han recibido una nota anónima: &«Lo siento muchìsimo. Mi hijo ha entrado en varias casas y curioseado en los ordenadores. La suya es una de ellas». ¿Quién es este chico y qué ha descubierto? Mientras los rumores empiezan a circular y las sospechas aumentan, una mujer desaparece. ¿Están relacionados estos hechos? ¿Quién sabe más de lo que deja entrever? ¿Y hasta dónde están dispuestos a llegar estos amables y apacibles vecinos para proteger sus secretos?.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
AN INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER!
One of USA Today's top 100 books to read while stuck at home social distancing
"No one does suburban paranoia like Shari Lapena-this slowly unfurling nightmare will have you biting your nails until the end."
-Ruth Ware, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Woman in Cabin 10
The new domestic suspense novel from the New York Times bestselling author of The Couple Next Door, A Stranger in the House, and An Unwanted Guest, Shari Lapena
Maybe you don't know your neighbors as well as you thought you did. . .
"This is a very difficult letter to write. I hope you will not hate us too much . . . My son broke into your home recently while you were out."
In a quiet, leafy suburb in upstate New York, a teenager has been sneaking into houses-and into the owners' computers as well-learning their secrets, and maybe sharing some of them, too.
Who is he, and what might he have uncovered? After two anonymous letters are received, whispers start to circulate, and suspicion mounts. And when a woman down the street is found murdered, the tension reaches the breaking point. Who killed her? Who knows more than they're telling? And how far will all these very nice people go to protect their own secrets?
In this neighborhood, it's not just the husbands and wives who play games. Here, everyone in the family has something to hide . . .
