Gibt es Menschen, die einander vollständig gleichen, bis in die kleinste Zelle? Jeannie Ferrami, eine ehrgeizige junge Wissenschaftlerin, die sich mit der Entstehung kriminellen Verhaltens befaßt, stößt bei ihren Forschungen auf ein solches Paar "genetischer Zwillinge". Der eine, Steve, ist ein liebenswerter Mann, der andere sitzt als Mörder im Gefängnis. Dann wird eine junge Studentin vergewaltigt und Steve aufgrund genetischer Untersuchungen eindeutig als Täter identifiziert. Aber er schwört, daß er unschuldig ist. Gibt es noch einen "dritten" Zwilling?

Zusatztext Praise for Ken Follett and The Third Twin "Follett infuses the book with an irresistible energy." People "A provocative! well-paced! and sensational biotech thriller." Variety "[A] page-turner . . . Follett is one of the smoothest suspense writers around! and The Third Twin will only enhance his reputation." Chicago Tribune "[Follett] is a master of the fast-paced plot." The Washington Post "Follett keeps the tension high." The Oregonian "His scenes whip along. And his ending is absolutely smashing." The Virginian-Pilot "Follett really knows how to tell a story." The Atlanta Journal & Constitution Informationen zum Autor Ken Follett Klappentext NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • A young scientist's startling discovery plunges her into a twisted conspiracy with world-shattering implications in this electrifying novel from the award-winning author of The Pillars of the Earth. A provocative, well-paced, and sensational biotech thriller. Variety Using a restricted FBI database, genetic researcher Jeanie Ferrami has located identical twins born to different mothers . Frightened by her bizarre discovery, she is determined to discover the truth at any costuntil she finds herself at the center of a scandal that could ruin her career. To extricate herself, Jeannie plunges into a maze of hidden evidence. With growing horror, she uncovers a cynical, far-reaching conspiracy involving disturbing genetic experiments and some of the most powerful men in Americamen who will kill to keep their secrets concealed. Zusammenfassung NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • A young scientist's startling discovery plunges her into a twisted conspiracy with world-shattering implications in this electrifying novel from the award-winning author of The Pillars of the Earth. A provocative, well-paced, and sensational biotech thriller. Variety Using a restricted FBI database, genetic researcher Jeanie Ferrami has located identical twins born to different mothers . Frightened by her bizarre discovery, she is determined to discover the truth at any costuntil she finds herself at the center of a scandal that could ruin her career. To extricate herself, Jeannie plunges into a maze of hidden evidence. With growing horror, she uncovers a cynical, far-reaching conspiracy involving disturbing genetic experiments and some of the most powerful men in Americamen who will kill to keep their secrets concealed....

Praise for Ken Follett and The Third Twin
 
"Follett infuses the book with an irresistible energy." —People
 
"A provocative, well-paced, and sensational biotech thriller." —Variety
 
"[A] page-turner . . . Follett is one of the smoothest suspense writers around, and The Third Twin will only enhance his reputation." —Chicago Tribune
 
"[Follett] is a master of the fast-paced plot." *—The Washington Post

"Follett keeps the tension high." —The Oregonian***

"His scenes whip along. And his ending is absolutely smashing." —The Virginian-Pilot

"Follett really knows how to tell a story." —The Atlanta Journal & Constitution

Autorentext

Ken Follett

Klappentext

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • A young scientist’s startling discovery plunges her into a twisted conspiracy with world-shattering implications in this electrifying novel from the award-winning author of The Pillars of the Earth.
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“A provocative, well-paced, and sensational biotech thriller.”—Variety
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Using a restricted FBI database, genetic researcher Jeanie Ferrami has located identical twins born to different mothers*. Frightened by her bizarre discovery, she is determined to discover the truth at any cost—until she finds herself at the center of a scandal that could ruin her career.

To extricate herself, Jeannie plunges into a maze of hidden evidence. With growing horror, she uncovers a cynical, far-reaching conspiracy involving disturbing genetic experiments and some of the most powerful men in America—men who will kill to keep their secrets concealed.

Leseprobe
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A HEAT WAVE LAY OVER BALTIMORE LIKE A SHROUD. The leafy suburbs were cooled by a hundred thousand lawn sprinklers, but the affluent inhabitants stayed inside with the air-conditioning on full blast. On North Avenue, listless hookers hugged the shade and sweated under their hairpieces, and the kids on the street corners dealt dope out of the pockets of baggy shorts. It was late September, but fall seemed a long way off.
 
A rusty white Datsun, the broken lens of one headlight fixed in place with an X of electrician’s tape, cruised through a white working-class neighborhood north of downtown. The car had no air-conditioning, and the driver had rolled down all the windows. He was a handsome man of twenty-two wearing cutoff jeans, a clean white T-shirt, and a red baseball cap with the word SECURITY in white letters on the front. The plastic upholstery beneath his thighs was slippery with his perspiration, but he did not let it bother him. He was in a cheerful mood. The car radio was tuned to 92Q—”Twenty hits in a row!” On the passenger seat was an open binder. He glanced at it occasionally, memorizing a typed page of technical terms for a test tomorrow. Learning was easy for him, and he would know the material after a few minutes of study.
 
At a stoplight, a blond woman in a convertible Porsche pulled alongside him. He grinned at her and said: “Nice car!” She looked away without speaking, but he thought he saw the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. Behind her big sunglasses she was probably twice his age: most women in Porsches were. “Race you to the next stoplight,” he said. She laughed at that, a flirtatious musical laugh, then she put the stick shift into first with a narrow, elegant hand and tore away from the light like a rocket.
 
He shrugged. He was only practicing.
 
He drove by the wooded campus of Jones Falls University, an Ivy League college much swankier than the one he attended. As he passed the imposing gateway, a group of eight or ten women jogged by in running clothes: tight shorts, Nikes, sweaty T-shirts, and halter tops. They were a field hockey team in training, he guessed, and the fit-looking one in front was their captain, getting them in shape for the season.
 
They turned into the campus, and suddenly he was overwhelmed, swamped by a fantasy so powerful and thrilling that he could hardly see to drive. He imagined them in the locker room—the plump one soaping herself in the shower, the redhead toweling her long copper-colored hair, the black girl stepping into a pair of white lace panties, the dykey team captain walking around naked, showing off her muscles—when something happened to terrify them. Suddenly they were all in a panic, wide-eyed with dread, screaming and crying, on the edge of hysteria. They ran this way and that, crashing into one another. The fat girl fell over and lay there weeping helplessly while the others trod on her, unheeding, as they tried desperately to hide, or find the door, or run away from whatever was scaring them.
 
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