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3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 3.00 (7,055 ratings) (rate this audio book) Author: Harlan Coben Narrator: Jonathan Marosz Publisher: Penguin Random House Format: Unabridged Audiobook Delivery: Instant Download Audio Length: Series: The Myron Bolitar Series Release Date: April 2006 ISBN: 9781415933992
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Myron Bolitar used a cardboard periscope to look over the suffocating throngs of ridiculously clad spectators. He tried to recall the last time he'd actually used a toy periscope, and an image of sending in proof-of-purchase seals from a box of Cap'n Crunch cereal flickered in front him like headache-inducing sunspots.

Through the mirrored reflection, Myron watched a man dressed in knickers--knickers, for crying out loud--stand over a tiny white sphere. The ridiculously clad spectators mumbled excitedly. Myron stifled a yawn. The knickered man crouched. The ridiculously clad spectators jostled and then settled into an eerie silence. Sheer stillness followed, as if even the trees and shrubs and well-coiffed blades of grass were holding their collective breath.

Then the knickered man whacked the white sphere with a stick.

The crowd began to murmur in the indistinguishable syllables of backstage banter. As the ball ascended, so did the volume of the murmurs. Words could be made out. Then phrases. "Lovely golf stroke." "Super golf shot." "Beautiful golf shot." "Truly fine golf stroke." They always said golf stroke, like someone might mistake it for a swim stroke, or--as Myron was currently contemplating in this blazing heat--a sunstroke.

"Mr. Bolitar?"

Myron took the periscope away from his eyes. He was tempted to yell "Up periscope," but feared some at stately, snooty Merion Golf Club would view the act immature. Especially during the U.S. Open. He looked down at a ruddy-faced man of about seventy.

"Your pants," Myron said.

"Pardon me?"

"You're afraid of getting hit by a golf cart, right?" They were orange and yellow in a hue slightly more luminous than a bursting supernova. To be fair, the man's clothing hardly stood out. Most in the crowd seemed to have woken up wondering what apparel they possessed that would clash with, say, the free world. Orange and green tints found exclusively in several of your tackiest neon signs adorned many. Yellow and some strange shades of purple were also quite big--usually together--like a color scheme rejected by a Midwest high school cheerleading squad. It was as if being surrounded by all this God-given natural beauty made one want to do all in his power to offset it. Or maybe there was something else at work here. Maybe the ugly clothes had a more functional origin. Maybe in the old days, when animals roamed free, golfers dressed this way to ward off dangerous wildlife.

Good theory.

"I need to speak with you," the elderly man whispered. "It's urgent."

The rounded, jovial cheeks belied his pleading eyes He suddenly gripped Myron's forearm. "Please," he added.

"What's this about?" Myron asked.

The man made a movement with his neck, like his collar was on too tight. "You're a sports agent, right?"

"Yes. "

"You're here to find clients?"

Myron narrowed his eyes. "How do you know I'm not here to witness the enthralling spectacle of grown men taking a walk?"

The old man did not smile, but then again, golfers were not known for their sense of humor. He craned his neck again and moved closer. His whisper was hoarse. "Do you know the name Jack Coldren?" he asked.

"Sure," Myron said.

If the old man had asked the same question yesterday, Myron wouldn't have had a clue. He didn't follow golf that closely (or at all), and Jack Coldren had been little more than a journeyman over the past twenty years or so. But Coldren had been the surprise leader after the U.S. Open's first day, and now, with just a few holes remaining in the second round, Coldren was up by a commanding eight strokes. "What about him?"

"And Linda Coldren?" the man asked. "Do you know who she is?"

This one was easier. Linda Coldren was Jack's wife and far and away the top female golfer of the past decade. "Yeah, I know who she is," Myron said.

The man leaned in closer and did the neck thing again. Seriously annoying--not to mention contagious. Myron found himself fighting off the desire to mimic the movement. "They're in deep trouble," the old man whispered. "If you help them, you'll have two new clients."

"What sort of trouble?"

The old man looked around. "Please," he said. "There are too many people. Come with me."

Myron shrugged. No reason not to go. The old man was the only lead he'd unearthed since his friend and business associate Windsor Horne Lockwood III--Win, for short--had dragged his sorry butt down here. Being that the U.S. Open was at Merion--home course of the Lockwood family for something like a billion years--Win had felt it would be a great opportunity for Myron to land a few choice clients. Myron wasn't quite so sure. As near as he could tell, the major component separating him from the hordes of other locust-like agents swarming the green meadows of Merion Golf Club was his naked aversion for golf. Probably not a key selling point to the faithful.

Myron Bolitar ran MB SportsReps, a sports representation firm located on Park Avenue in New York City. He rented the space from his former college roommate, Win, a Waspy, old-money, big-time investment banker whose family owned Lock-Home Securities on the same Park Avenue in New York. Myron handled the negotiations while Win, one of the country's most respected brokers, handled the investments and finances. The other member of the MB team, Esperanza Diaz, handled everything else. Three branches with checks and balances Just like the American government. Very patriotic.

Slogan: MB SportsReps--the other guys are commie pinkos.

As the old man ushered Myron through the crowd, several men in green blazers--another look sported mostly at golf courses, perhaps to camouflage oneself against the grass--greeted him with whispered, "How do, Bucky," or "Looking good, Buckster," or "Fine day for golf, Buckaroo." They all had the accent of the rich and preppy, the kind of inflection where mommy is pronounced "mummy" and summer and winter are verbs. Myron was about to comment on a grown man being called Bucky, but when your name is Myron, well, glass houses and stones and all that;

Like every other sporting event in the free world, the actual playing area looked more like a giant billboard than a field of competition. The leader board was sponsored by IBM. Canon handed out the periscopes. American Airlines employees worked the food stands (an airline handling food--what think tank came up with that one?). Corporate Row was jam-packed with companies who shelled out over one hundred grand a pop to set up a tent for a few days, mostly so that company executives had an excuse to go. Travelers Group, Mass Mutual, Aetna (golfers must like insurance), Canon, Heublein. Heublein. What the hell was a Heublein? They looked like a nice company. Myron would probably buy a Heublein if he knew what one was.

The funny thing was, the U.S. Open was actually less commercialized than most tourneys. At least they hadn't sold their name yet. Other tournaments were named for sponsors and the names had gotten a little silly. Who could get up for winning the JC Penney Open or the Michelob Open or even the Wendy's Three-Tour Challenge?

The old man led him to a primo parking lot. Mercedeses, Caddies, limos. Myron spotted Win's Jaguar. The USGA had recently put up a sign that read MEMBERS PARKING ONLY.

Myron said, "You're a member of Merion." Dr. Deduction.

The old man twisted the neck thing into something approaching a nod. "My family dates back to Merion's inception," he said, the snooty accent now more pronounced. "Just like your friend Win."

Myron stopped and looked at the man. "You know Win?"

The old man sort of smiled and shrugged. No commitment.

"You haven't told me your name yet," Myron said.

"Stone Buckwell," he said, hand extended. "Everyone calls me Bucky."

Myron shook the hand.

"I'm also Linda Coldren's father," he added.

Bucky unlocked a sky-blue Cadillac and they slid inside. He put the key in the ignition. The radio played Muzak--worse, the Muzak version of "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head." Myron quickly opened the window for air, not to mention noise.

Only members were allowed to park on the Merion grounds, so it wasn't too much of a hassle getting out. They made a right at the end of the driveway and then another right. Bucky mercifully flipped off the radio Myron stuck his head back in the car.

"What do you know about my daughter and her husband?" Bucky asked.

"Not much."

"You are not a golf fan, are you, Mr. Bolitar?"

"Not really."

"Golf is truly a magnificent sport," he said. Then he added, "Though the word sport does not begin to do it justice."

"Uh-huh," Myron said.

"It's the game of princes." Buckwell's ruddy face glowed a bit now, the eyes wide with the same type of rapture one saw in the very religious. His voice was low and awed. "There is nothing quite like it, you know. You alone against the course. No excuses. No teammate. No bad calls. It's the purest of activities."

"Uh-huh," Myron said again. "Look, I don't want to appear rude, Mr. Buckwell, but what's this all about?"

"Please call me Bucky."

"Okay. Bucky."

He nodded his approval. "I understand that you and Windsor Lockwood are more than business associates," he said.

"Meaning?"

"I understand you two go back a long way. College roommates, am I correct?"

"Why do you keep asking about Win?"

"I actually came to the club to find him," Bucky said. "But I think it's better this way."

"What way?"

"Talking to you first. Maybe after...well, we'll see. Shouldn't hope for too much."

Myron nodded. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Bucky turned onto a road adjacent to the course called Golf House Road. Golfers were so creative.

The course was on the right, imposing mansions on the left. A minute later, Bucky pulled into a circular driveway. The house was fairly big and made of something called river rock. River rock was big in this area, though Win always referred to it as "Mainline Stone." There was a white fence and lots of tulips and two maple trees, one on each side of the front walk. A large porch was enclosed on the right side. The car came to a stop, and for a moment neither of them moved.

"What's this all about, Mr. Buckwell?"

"We have a situation here," he said.

"What kind of situation?"

"I'd rather let my daughter explain it to you." He grabbed the key out of the ignition and reached for the door.

"Why come to me?" Myron asked.

"We were told you could possibly help."

"Who told you that?"

Buckwell started rolling his neck with greater fervor. His head looked like it'd been attached by a loose ball socket. When he finally got it under control, he managed to look Myron in the eyes.

"Win's mother," he said.

Myron stiffened. His heart plummeted down a dark shaft. He opened his mouth, closed it, waited. Buckwell got out of the car and headed for the door. Ten seconds later, Myron followed.

Buckwell nodded. "That's why I came to you first." They followed a brick path to a door slightly ajar. Buckwell pushed it open. "Linda?"

Linda Coldren stood before a television in the den Her white shorts and sleeveless yellow blouse revealed the lithe, toned limbs of an athlete. She was tall with short spunky black hair and a tan that accentuated the smooth, long muscles. The lines around her eyes and mouth placed her in her late thirties, and he could see instantly why she was a commercial darling. There was a fierce splendor to this woman, a beauty derived from a sense of strength rather than delicacy.

She was watching the tournament on the television. On top of the set were framed family photographs. Big, pillowy couches formed a V in one corner. Tactfully furnished, for a golfer. No putting green, AstroTurf carpet. None of that golf artwork that seemed a step or two below the aesthetic class of, say, paintings of dogs playing poker. No cap with a tee and ball on the brim hanging from a moose head.

Linda Coldren suddenly swung her line of vision toward them, firing a glare past Myron before settling on her father. "I thought you were going to get Jack," she snapped.

"He hasn't finished the round yet."

She motioned to the television. "He's on eighteen now. I thought you were going to wait for him."

"I got Mr. Bolitar instead."

"Who?".

Myron stepped forward and smiled. "I'm Myron Bolitar."

Linda Coldren flicked her eyes at him, then back to her father. "Who the hell is he?"

"He's the man Cissy told me about," Buckwell said.

"Who's Cissy?" Myron asked.

"Win's mother."

"Oh." Myron said. "Right."

Linda Coldren said, "I don't want him here. Get rid of him."

"Linda, listen to me. We need help."

"Not from him."

"He and Win have experience with this type of thing."

"Win," she said slowly, "is psychotic."

"Ah," Myron said. "Then you know him well?"

Linda Coldren finally turned her attention to Myron. Her eyes, deep and brown, met his. "I haven't spoken to Win since he was eight years old," she said. "But you don't have to leap into a pit of flames to know it's hot."

Myron nodded. "Nice analogy."

She shook her head and looked back at her father. "I told you before: no police. We do what they say."

"But he's not police," her father said.

"And you shouldn't be telling anyone."

"I only told my sister," Bucky protested. "She'd never say anything."

Myron felt his body stiffen again. "Wait a second," he said to Bucky. "Your sister is Win's mother?"

"Yes."

"You're Win's uncle." He looked at Linda Coldren. "And you're Win's first cousin."

Linda Coldren looked at him like he'd just peed on the floor. "With smarts like that," she said, "I'm glad you're on our side."

Everyone's a wiseass.

"If it's still unclear, Mr. Bolitar, I could break out some poster board and sketch a family tree for you."

"Could you use lots of pretty colors?" Myron said. "I like pretty colors."

She made a face and turned away. On the television, Jack Coldren lined up a twelve-foot putt. Linda stopped--and watched. He tapped it; the ball took off and arched right into the hole. The gallery applauded with modest enthusiasm. Jack picked up the ball with two fingers and then tipped his hat. The IBM leader board flashed on the 3 screen. Jack Coldren was up by a whopping nine strokes.

Linda Coldren shook her head. "Poor bastard."

Myron kept still. So did Bucky.

"He's waited twenty-three years for this moment," she continued. "And he picks now."

Myron glanced at Bucky. Bucky glanced back, shaking his head.

Linda Coldren stared at the television until her husband exited to the clubhouse. Then she took a deep breath and looked at Myron. "You see, Mr. Bolitar, Jack has never won a professional tournament. The closest he ever came was in his rookie year twenty-three years ago, when he was only nineteen. It was the last time the U.S. Open was held at Merion. You may remember the headlines. "

They were not altogether unfamiliar. This morning's papers had rehashed it a bit. "He lost a lead, right?"

Linda Coldren made a scoffing sound. "That's a bit of an understatement, but yes. Since then, his career has been completely unspectacular. There were years he didn't even


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Quotes & Awards

  • Another winner...Pungent observations, indelibly drawn characters and a twisting, surprise-laden plot. Atlanta Journal and Constitution
  • Sharp plotting and emotional density, as well as nonstop wisecracks. Publishers Weekly
  • Winner of the 1998 Barry Award for Best Paperback Original
  • A 1998 Shamus Award Nominee for Best Paperback Original
  • A 1998 Dilys Award Nominee

Listener Opinions

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Joe O'c | 2/7/2014

    " Very Good; Continung character: Myron Bolitar; sports agent deals with a prospective client's son being kidnapped, while his father is leadig the US Open. A lot of players, and Myron's friend Win is on the outside because the victims are family. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Karen | 2/6/2014

    " Another story with twists humour and great characters ! Yep I'm a fan! "

  • 2 out of 52 out of 52 out of 52 out of 52 out of 5 Keith | 1/27/2014

    " Not his best work.... "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Lisa | 1/27/2014

    " This was just okay. Not a fav bolitar "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Mary Mary, Why Ya Buggin | 1/21/2014

    " Another great look at Myron and Win. Win...don't go breaking my heart. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Cathy | 1/19/2014

    " Not as good as the other in the series. He is much better with his buddies than alone. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Tom Holehan | 1/19/2014

    " I have not read the Harlan Coben books in order - this is one of his earlier works. Coben seems to go overboard with the complex plot and twists here, but it's still very entertaining and Myron Bolitar remains a great hero to follow. "

  • 5 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 5 Tara | 1/15/2014

    " Usual Harlan Coben manner, again. Never saw the ending coming. I love Myron's wit, Win's mysteriousness, and Esperanza's loyalty. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Cassandra. | 1/11/2014

    " #4 Myron Bolitar. And, I've finally spelled it correctly. Keep going! "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Dawnie | 1/7/2014

    " Once again a great Myron book. My only disappointment was I felt a little rushed at the end of the book and somewhat wished there was a little more to the Win story. I'm going to hope that was deliberate and will find out more in the next book. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Sigrid | 12/25/2013

    " Love it!! No other words for it! I just love the way Myron Bolitar does things, and the plot, and everything! Definite favorite! "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Deb | 12/7/2013

    " Read this in 1 day - another Myron story that keeps you guessing till the last page. Good stuff. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Lynette Hall | 12/7/2013

    " I have discovered Harlan Coben's character Myron. He's not really loveable but is out to do the right thing with help from friends. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Clint Morey | 11/26/2013

    " Back Spin feels a lot like a Robert Parker novel. If you enjoyed Parker's Spenser, you will enjoy Coben's Myron Bolitar. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Stacy Bearse | 9/20/2013

    " Number four in the Myron Bolitar series focuses on the world of professional golf. A quick read, and a pretty good mystery that isn't fully resolved until the final pages. I read Coben's books for fast entertainment ... like partaking in icy sorbets between more substantial literary main courses. "

  • 5 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 5 Liz | 6/19/2013

    " The wonderful Myron Bolitar with the fabulous Harlan Coben twists and turns "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Andreas Strom | 1/6/2013

    " Pretty good, but so far the weakest of the Bolitar series I think. Still thrilling, funny and keeps you guessing, but I just didn't get as much into it as all of Coben's other books. Still starting the next one very soon though. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Courtney | 10/23/2012

    " I like these books, but my main problem is that they are too long for the fluffiness of the demeanor. By the end, I want to know what happens - but do not care nearly as much as I do in the beginning of the book. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Brenda Whitner | 8/28/2012

    " Good read. Plot twists at the end of the book. This is another Myron Boltaire novel. This one is about a kidnapping. I really enjoyed the read. Interesting book. Couldn't put it down at the end. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Steve | 7/2/2012

    " book on tape Myron!!!!! . Kidnappers have snatched the teenage son of super-star golfer Linda Coldre "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Phyllis | 6/30/2012

    " I enjoy Harlan Coben's Myron Bolitar stories, but this one not a favorite - didn't hold my attention the way others have. All about golf - tried too hard to make odd pieces fit. Early book in the series - familiar characters not fully developed. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Kip | 3/26/2012

    " The Bolitar thrillers gain steam as the series moves on... "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Denorris | 2/11/2012

    " It was very good, normal harlan coben, good writing and kept me guessing until the end. "

  • 5 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 5 Leon Aldrich | 2/6/2012

    " Six more in the series, then what will I do? "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Sarah Jowett | 12/23/2011

    " I didn't realize that the Myron books went back this far, I am really behind! This was not bad and it gets a little personal about Win, which is interesting. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Maria | 9/28/2011

    " Es el primero que me leo de Harlan Coben y su detective-representante deportivo, pero no va a ser el ultimo, porque me ha atrapado tanto el argumento (y eso que el golf no me interesa nada) como los protagonistas....me he quedado con ganas de mas! "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Debbie | 9/10/2011

    " Myron Bolitar is very funny! I really enjoy his antics when I want to listen to a book with Steve (I call them Men's Romance Novels). Really fun exploits... "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Chris | 5/23/2011

    " These books are fun to read and Myron has a unique way with words but
    that doesn't justify 4 and 5 star ratings. Come on people! "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Jake | 5/6/2011

    " Audio Book. Myron Bolitar and golf. A kid goes missing, his mom is the best woman golfer in the world and his dad is a PGA Tour hacker who is leading the US Open on his home course. The dad dies and the kid has a finger chopped off. The killer ends up "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Laura | 5/6/2011

    " Another good Myron book. Connects you more with Win. Being the 4th one in the series, it's the right time to look specifically into his life from a different perspective and find out why Win, is Win. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Jody | 5/5/2011

    " Once again Coben comes through. This book was no less than great. The only thing I would change about it would be to include more Win doing the Win things he always does. "

  • 5 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 5 Nelson | 4/26/2011

    " Man, Harlan Coben is a magician with storytelling. This is my 4th Myron Bolitar novel,and they've all been winners as far as I'm concerned. Complex, clever, dramatic and laugh-out-loud funny. Quickly becoming my new favorite writer of mysteries. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Courtney | 4/16/2011

    " I like these books, but my main problem is that they are too long for the fluffiness of the demeanor. By the end, I want to know what happens - but do not care nearly as much as I do in the beginning of the book. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Jill | 4/10/2011

    " This was pretty good. Although the subject matter was little boring of. There were no revelations for me on the sport. But it did have a spin hence the play on the word back spin. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Marta | 4/10/2011

    " Another gripping tale from Harlan Coben, one of my favorite authors. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Phyllis | 3/27/2011

    " I enjoy Harlan Coben's Myron Bolitar stories, but this one not a favorite - didn't hold my attention the way others have. All about golf - tried too hard to make odd pieces fit. Early book in the series - familiar characters not fully developed. "

  • 5 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 5 Rochelle | 3/21/2011

    " I'm hooked on the Bolitar series. Another great read with good twists and colorful characters. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Chris | 3/18/2011

    " As serious as the crimes were, Harlan Coben's sense of humor, delivered through Myron, kept me laughing.

    This was the best one of the series so far! "

  • 5 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 55 out of 5 Katherine | 3/15/2011

    " He did NOT disappoint! He twisted and worked his magic to create a shocking ending yet again. "

  • 2 out of 52 out of 52 out of 52 out of 52 out of 5 Steve | 3/8/2011

    " The book was ok.. Not one of my favorite Bolitar books, but the book is now a checked off the list.. "

  • 4 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 54 out of 5 Susan | 2/27/2011

    " I love Harlan Coben, and saw this book on the shelves int he library as a 7-day loan. Thinking it was a new one, I took it out. Was written in 1997, so not sure why it's a seven day loan. Not nearly as good as his more recent work, but entertaining. His characters are always interesting. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 valpal | 2/7/2011

    " Not the best of the Bolitars but still enjoyable and I still plan to read the whole series. The plot got a little cheesy towards the end but it was nonetheless entertaining. "

  • 3 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 53 out of 5 Donna | 2/4/2011

    " Cute story - why wouldn't I like it, golf and a mystery all in one book! "

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About the Author
Author Harlan Coben

Harlan Coben is the internationally bestselling author of more than twenty novels, including nine novels that have made the #1 New York Times bestsellers list. He is the winner of the Edgar, Shamus, and Anthony awards, and in 2010, Live Wire won the world’s most lucrative crime fiction award, the RBA International Prize for Crime Writing, worth €125,000. His books are published in forty one languages around the globe and have been number one bestsellers in over a dozen countries.

About the Narrator

Jonathan Marosz has narrated dozens of audiobooks throughout his career, including numerous titles by bestselling authors David Baldacci, Harlan Coben, and Tony Hillerman.