Killing Mr. Griffin (German Edition)

Killing Mr. Griffin (German Edition)

by Lois Duncan, Anja Galic

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Overview

Faszinierend, schockierend und atemberaubend spannend – Psychothriller mit Tiefgang Highschool-Lehrer Mr Griffin ist streng, unerbittlich und verhasst. So sehr, dass ihm Mark und seine Clique eine Lektion erteilen wollen – und ihn kidnappen. Doch ihr perfider Plan geht nicht auf. Denn plötzlich stirbt Mr Griffin an einer ungeahnten Herzschwäche! Statt zur Polizei zu gehen, beschließen die Freunde, ihre Tat zu vertuschen und verstricken sich immer tiefer in ein Netz aus Lügen, falschen Alibis und ängstlichem Schweigen. Nur einer bewahrt kühlen Kopf – und geht über weitere Leichen!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9783641079734
Publisher: cbt
Publication date: 08/13/2012
Sold by: Bookwire
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 1,051,620
File size: 510 KB
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Lois Duncan wurde in Philadelphia geboren und wuchs in Florida auf. Schon als Kind wusste sie, dass sie eines Tages Schriftstellerin werden würde. Ihre erste Geschichte sandte sie im Alter von 10 Jahren an ein Zeitschrift, erstmals veröffentlicht wurde sie als Lois 13 Jahre alt war. Lois Duncan hat über 50 Bücher geschrieben. Bekannt wurde sie vor allem durch ihre preisgekrönten Jugendbuch-Thriller. Sechs ihrer Romane wurden verfilmt und "Ich weiß, was du letzten Sommer getan hast" wurde zu einem riesigen Kinoerfolg. Erwachsene Leser werden sie vor allem durch ihr 1993 in Deutschland erschienenes Buch "Wer hat meine Tochter umgebracht?" kennen, in dem sich die Autorin mit dem Mord an ihrer jüngsten Tochter Kaitlyn auseinandersetzt. Lois Duncan gilt mit ihren in den 70er-Jahren erschienenen Romanen als erste Thriller-Autorin im Jugendbuch überhaupt. Die vorliegenden Ausgaben wurden von ihr überarbeitet und modernisiert.

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"So how does it feel?" Mark was asking in a high, nasal twang, as though he had just been imported from the back hills of the Ozarks. "How do you like it being on the ground for a change? It's not so great is it, being down where people can walk on you? Well, now you know how your students feel all the time."

Mr. Griffin lay silent. Only the straining of the tendons in his neck showed that he was conscious and listening.

"Well, how does it feel?" Mark repeated. "We want an answer. Did you hear me--sir?"

"Yes, I heard you," Mr. Griffin said shortly.

"Your answer--sir?"

"My answer," Mr. Griffin said in his cold, clipped voice, "is that if you know what's good for you, you'll untie this rope this instant. If it's money you're after, I don't have any on me. I carry a checkbook."

"We don't want your money," David said. "We're not thieves."

"What are you then?" Mr. Griffin asked him. "Besides punks and kidnappers, that is?"

"We are your students, present, past and future," Mark told him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly with the closest Betsy had ever seen him come to a smile. "We are representatives of every poor kid who has ever walked into your dungeon of a classroom. We come to bring you 'the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.' We're here to deliver revenge."

"If this is a joke," Mr. Griffin said, "it's not funny. It's the sort of childish demonstration I'd expect from five-year-olds, not high school seniors. How many of you are there?"

"A lot," Jeff said. "Twenty--twenty-five--thirty!" He glanced at Betsy and grinned. "Would you believe fifty--a hundred--everybody who's ever had totake a class from you?"

"That's ridiculous. There can't be more than three of you. I've only heard three voices. And all of you are boys."

Mark glanced up at Betsy and nodded.

"Are you sure of that?" she asked, holding her nose as she spoke so that her voice came out as nasal as Mark's had been. "I'm not a boy. There are a lot of us girls who hate you too, you know."

Mr. Griffin gave a start of surprise. Quite evidently he had not expected this. "Then there was another car," he said. "Some of you came in another car."

"There are lots of other cars," Jeff said. "Dozens of them. I told you, we're all here. None of us wanted to miss this."

"Miss what?"

There was a slight pause. Then Mark said, "Nobody wanted to miss watching you die."


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