"They thought they knew what really happened—and each other. They were wrong.
Four years in, Stevie and Nate’s true-crime podcast, All the Gory Details, is forced onto hiatus when their conclusions in their first-ever episode, about the unsolved murder of teenager Lauren in their hometown seventeen years ago, are proven wrong. Their mistake ruined a life, and Stevie and Nate are still reeling from the consequences.
Still, when a fresh murder frighteningly similar to Lauren’s is brought to their attention, Nate is adamant that they should resurrect the podcast. He tells a hesitant Stevie that this is their chance to redeem themselves, and maybe even to solve the murder for real. But when Nate becomes fixated on the podcast above anything else, Stevie begins to wonder if she really knows Nate after all…
When a second murder changes everything, it suddenly seems as if Stevie is inside one of her own episodes. How well do either of them really know what happened back then—or each other?"
"Du weißt, jemand hat sie getötet. Was du nicht weißt: Er ist dir nah ...
Poppy hat sich das Leben genommen. Clementines Welt liegt in Trümmern. Ihre kleine Schwester, die Sonnenuntergänge liebte, die so gern zeichnete, die am Abend ihres Todes noch versuchte, sie anzurufen. In einer klaren Nacht hat Poppy sich von einer Klippe gestürzt, die Untersuchungsergebnisse sind eindeutig. Doch Clementine zweifelt. Etwas passt nicht zusammen. Was wollte Poppy ihr vor ihrem Tod sagen? Und was ist ihr passiert?
Clementine kehrt nach London zurück, in die Stadt ihrer Kindheit. Sie wohnt mit Liam zusammen, der nichts über Poppys Todesumstände weiß. Und sie lernt Jude kennen, der für sie da sein will. Dann erreicht sie ein Anruf. Und was der Anrufer erzählt, verändert alles. Denn dahinter liegt eine dunkle, grausame Wahrheit.
Während ihre Familie gelähmt ist vor Schmerz, folgt Clementine der einzigen Spur, die sie hat. Sie ist sich sicher: Poppy ist nicht gesprungen. Jemand hat sie ermordet. Und sie spürt, sie muss vorsichtig sein ..."
"Sometimes it’s easier to believe the lie. But is the truth right in front of you?
Everyone says Poppy jumped. My beautiful, creative sister, with her paint-splattered dresses and sunshine smile, took her own life. And I think they’re right. Until the day I get a call from a man with a very similar story.
Everyone says his sister jumped too. But he has proof that she was pushed. And if she was, I have to ask myself: could the same thing have happened to Poppy? In the moments before she died, was she really calling me to say goodbye, or was she calling for my help? Was she really alone on that cliff edge?
When Poppy’s friends tell me she had a serious boyfriend, I feel like I’m losing my grip on reality. If they were so madly in love, wouldn’t she have told me? Wouldn’t there be pictures of them together? And when I find the silver heart necklace he gave her, I feel sick. It’s the same silver heart another murdered girl was given in the weeks before she died.
This can’t be a coincidence. Either I’ve lost my mind, or the man my darling sister loved killed her. And if he could charm his way into her life so easily, what’s to say he’s not already in mine?"