I'll Walk Alone: A Novel by Mary Higgins Clark

By Mary Higgins Clark

THE QUEEN OF SUSPENSE IS again! Mary Higgins Clarks new novelthe 30th and so much spine-chilling of her lengthy occupation as Americas so much loved writer of suspense fiction is ready the latest and latest of crimes: identification theft.

Who has now not learn aboutor experiencedwith a sinking feeling the terror that somebody else available in the market should be utilizing your charge cards, getting access to your checking account, even stealing your identification.

In I ll stroll Alone, Alexandra Zan Moreland, a proficient, attractive inside dressmaker at the threshold of a winning long island occupation, is terrified to find that someone isn't just utilizing her charge cards and manipulating her monetary bills to bankrupt her and damage her attractiveness, yet can also be impersonating her in a scheme which can contain the even more brutal crimes of kidnapping and homicide. Zan is already haunted by way of the disappearance of her personal son, Matthew, abducted in large sunlight years in the past in crucial Parka tragedy that has left her torn among desire and depression.

Now, on what will be Matthews 5th birthday, images floor that appear to teach Zan kidnapping her personal baby, by way of a sequence of occasions that means somebodybut who? Zan asks herself desperately, and why?has stolen her identification.

Hounded by means of the click, lower than research by means of the police, attacked via either her indignant ex-husband and a vindictive company rival, Zan, wracked via worry and soreness and sustained basically by way of her trust, which not anyone else stocks, that Matthew remains to be alive, units out to find who's at the back of this merciless hoax.

What she doesn't discover is that with each step she takes towards the reality, she is placing herself and people she loves mostin mortal probability from the individual that has ingeniously plotted out her destruction.

Even Zans supporters, who comprise Alvirah Meehan, the lottery winner and beginner detective, and Father Aiden OBrien, who thinks that Zan could have confessed to him a mystery he can't show, think she could have abducted little Matthew. Zan herself starts to doubt her personal sanity, until eventually, within the form of fast paced explosive finishing that's Mary Higgins Clarks trademark, the items of the puzzle fall into position with an unforeseen and stunning revelation.

Deeply fulfilling, Ill stroll on my own is Mary Higgins Clark on the best of her shape.

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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.

Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.

And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.

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