Let’s Get Lost Audiobook

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What Am I Here For?—This is the story of a young man called Adam West. Not the actor, mind you. Adam was an agreeable chap who read physics at Cornell because he wanted to follow in his parents’ footsteps…

Good Bait—Jenny Donovan was nineteen, three years younger than Adam. Pretty and petite, she adored Audrey Hepburn and copied her timeless bob…

It Could Happen To You—Bruce Donovan laid down his fork and gazed at his family. It was Thursday night and Adam had been invited once again to join them for dinner at their home…

Close Your Eyes—It was after midnight and Jenny couldn’t sleep. After Adam had gone home, she tried comforting her mother, assuring her that her behaviour at dinner wasn’t so bad compared to Jenny’s eighteenth birthday party last summer…

Well, You Needn’t—It was almost April, and Adam had less than three months to come up with a new marketing campaign for the science division…

Little Girl Blue—For days, Adam basked in the Old Man’s praise. Recognition at last. Determined not to disappoint the CEO, he travelled to Cambridge to visit Bland’s science division…

Just Friends—Though spring had arrived, it was chilly. Making his way across campus, Adam recognised many of the buildings he’d seen as a child…

Siboney—The science division had arranged a cocktail reception in the Dome Room of the Lenox Hotel in Boston. Adam was dazzled as he walked into the second-floor ballroom…

Teach Me Tonight—Adam still couldn’t remember where he’d seen Dr Lewandowska before and the feeling plagued him. Why on earth did she ask him to her rooms?

In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning—It was after midnight when Adam left the hotel and the streets of Boston were deserted, unlike Manhattan. A town car idled at the kerb, waiting to whisk him to New York…

Take Five—Adam arrived at his office with enough time to consume three cups of strong coffee and half a cheese Danish. He’d managed to sleep for two hours and felt somewhat refreshed…

You’re Driving Me Crazy—Del Dillard was English and on the wrong side of fifty. He’d been passed over for promotion so many times, most employees thought he’d expired and become a spirit…

You Can Depend On Me—Adam made several frustrating attempts to locate Del Dillard, including some detective work at the cigarette stall in the lobby. This required purchasing ample amounts of chewing gum to compensate the shopkeeper for his time…

Yesterdays—The VP set the presentation for 16 June which, coincidentally, was the day Paramount Pictures planned to release Alfred Hitchcock’s psychological horror film, Psycho. It was also the day Karl Hiller was scheduled to die by electrocution at Sing Sing…

Fin De L’Affaire—Del called in sick in the morning. Adam thought he might be faking. After obtaining his home address from Personnel, he took a taxi to see the Englishman at his flat in Chelsea…

How Long Has This Been Going On?—It was Thursday, 16 June, the day of the big presentation. Psycho premiered in two movie theatres in New York City and earned an impressive fifteen thousand dollars…

My Shining Hour—The catering staff had just finished setting up the coffee and pastries, and the flip chart stand was in place. All the models and dioramas had been arranged around the perimeter…

If You Could See Me Now—Rubberneckers crowded round in a horseshoe pattern, trying to get a glimpse of the grisly accident scene. Policemen had stopped traffic in both directions and were putting up wooden barriers…

They Say It’s Wonderful—The sound of a door opening woke Adam but he had no idea where he was. For all he knew, he was lost in the labyrinth at Knossos and the Minotaur had come round to kill him…

Pent-Up House—In the morning, Adam stood in queue across from the day room, waiting for his medication. The nurse handed him two paper cups, one containing Tofranil and the other tap water…

Trav’lin’ Light—They travelled by train in the evening, departing from Penn Station. Engel wasn’t much of a talker except when it came to the law, so for much of the journey, Adam mulled over his harrowing adventure at Bellevue, along with the bits and pieces of the prosaic story of his ignominious departure from Bland…

Solitude—The taxi pulled up to the gates of the West estate, which lay in a forest of oak, maple and elm. It was after nine. There were two stone columns and mounted on each, a carriage lamp. The gates were locked for the night…

Something I Dreamed Last Night—What sounded like an explosion awakened Adam. In his dream, he lit the fuse on a dynamite bundle and gleefully tossed it into Bruce Donovan’s office as the VP puffed on an enormous Cuban cigar with his good friend Tito sitting on his lap…

Too Close For Comfort—Halsey took her place at the table and unfolded her serviette. Elsa returned to pour her coffee and left the pot. After the housekeeper had gone, the girl leant over the table…

Trouble In Mind—Elsa brought Adam to a set of six-panel mahogany double doors leading to a separate wing. Inside, the off-white walls were lined with black-and-white photographs of the indigenous people of Mexico – old, wrinkled men with no teeth, women carrying huge baskets of flowers on their heads and children running through fields of maize…

All My Tomorrows—Dr Irenka Lewandowska made her way to the physics lab with the help of a cane. It was past seven. Though everyone else had gone home, she knew Claire would be there working on her confounded time travel experiment…

Mack The Knife—Detective Pat Quinn walked into the Carlyle at around ten in the morning, suffering the effects of the dirty-water hot dog with the works he’d consumed at East Forty-Eighth Street and Fifth Avenue…

Mambocito Mio—Tito Ladrón walked in at half nine, expecting to find the VP of Marketing in his office. The door was open but there was no one inside. Against his better judgement, he gathered himself together and approached the overbearing Miss Lamb…

Stormy Weather—Quinn arrived at the Donovan home in Great Neck before noon. His mind boggled at the fact that he’d met the murder victim days earlier when the Englishman leapt to his death from the roof of the Bland building…

Fever—Calvin Lipinsky’s back ached after moving the dead body. He was sixty-two and had no business exerting himself like that…

Portrait Of Jenny—Jenny opened the housekeeper’s sewing kit and removed a heavy duty needle and extra-strong thread. She picked up the glass eye Hannah, the little Delancey Street girl, had gifted her…

I’m A Fool To Want You—It wasn’t yet morning when Adam opened his eyes. In his dream, a woman screamed. It was Jenny standing over the body of her father. Like the cover of a pulp novel, her eyes were wild as she held a bloody knife, which cast a long shadow…

Ain’t Misbehavin’—Adam awoke in Halsey’s bed with a splitting headache and a parched mouth. Shit. I did it again. What was the difference, anyway? Jenny would never marry him…

My Little Brown Book—The whining of the electric motor signalled Dr Nathan West’s arrival. Though in pain, he couldn’t put this off any longer. Who knew how long the test subject would survive?

You Do Something To Me—It was quiet inside. The housekeeper, who Fox suspected disliked him, had gone to the shops. He knew Halsey was napping and neither Adam nor the crippled uncle were around…

Alone Together—Adam gazed into Liv Adler’s warm eyes, attempting to recover from the creeping nightmare that was Karl Hiller. One of the books he’d borrowed was Nietzsche’s Jenseits von Gut und Böse because he was eager to read German…

Why Was I Born?—Fox Hickenlooper didn’t consider himself lucky, unlike the garrulous mass murderer Karl Hiller. With the exception of his current position, he’d been sacked from every job he ever had because of his quick temper…

You’d Be So Nice To Come Home To—There was a time, in his third year of high school to be precise, when Roger Davies wanted to become a doctor. He came from a long line of lawyers, all quite successful…

Twisted—Mrs D never imagined colliding with a two-hundred-pound deer would cause so much destruction. As she came to, she managed to make out through the shattered windscreen the steam billowing from her battered Mercedes engine…

I’ve Got The World On A String—Fox was due in Chicago for a sales meeting. Getting the call had annoyed him initially. He wanted to see his new plan through and resented anything that stood in his way. Now there wasn’t enough time…

Have You Met Miss Jones?—Elsa stood before the mahogany double doors and smoothed her dress. She’d been hesitant to come. But after speaking with Günter, she knew she had to say something. Taking a laboured breath, she went in…

Isn’t It Romantic?—Adam lay in bed, desperate to ignore the voice coming through the grille in the floor. Earlier, he heard Halsey blowing her nose. Soon, she began talking to him from her side – more like pleading…

I’m Old Fashioned—Mary Malloy finished putting up the decorations in the dining room and turned her attention to laying the table for dinner. She couldn’t believe it was Thursday already and Mrs D’s daughter was turning twenty…

Don’t Explain—Halsey was desolate after Liv gave her the news over breakfast that the lab was off-limits. So far, it was only the two women. Adam hadn’t shown up yet…

Let’s Get Lost—They ran through the garden and found Günter standing beside the wooden stake. He was holding his shotgun in the muzzle-down position…

Goodbye—Mrs D opened her eyes only to discover she was in hospital again. Under the window, there was a large vase of yellow roses. And in front of that, Jenny’s teddy…

Someone To Watch Over Me—Dr Claire de La Lune was always talented. She had an astonishing IQ which a psychologist claimed was off the scale after testing the precocious eight-year-old. Whilst pursuing her studies in the 1960s, she would often think about Adam West and their adventurous dance in the Dome Room…

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