By Mary Higgins Clark
The recent York instances calls Mary Higgins Clark's masterpiece "the excellent booklet for the seashore bag, picnic bog down, or carry-on luggage." "Well performed and extremely scary," says Cosmopolitan. arrange your self for the Queen of Suspense's "crackling story of threat and love that holds your recognition to the final page" (Andrew M. Greeley).
Elizabeth Lange has arrived at Cypress aspect Spa in Pebble seashore, California, weary of middle and soul. nonetheless grieving for her cherished sister, a well-known actress who plunged to her demise from her new york penthouse, Elizabeth is decided to unearth the reality approximately how Leila died. speeding millionaire Ted Winters stands accused of her homicide, yet Elizabeth has doubts.
Along the windswept cliffs of the Monterey coast, in sumptuous bungalows, among gourmand food and beachfront walks, uneasiness stalks Elizabeth whereas she starts commencing doorways to the earlier. As glimpses of the darkish fact approximately Leila's lifestyles and loss of life -- and approximately Elizabeth herself -- begin to crash opposed to her brain, an ominous wave from an unforeseen resource threatens to engulf her solely.
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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.