Weep No More, My Lady
Mary Higgins Clark
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Elizabeth Lange has arrived at Cypress Point Spa in Pebble Beach, California, weary of heart and soul. Still grieving for her beloved sister, a famous actress who plunged to her death from her Manhattan penthouse, Elizabeth is determined to unearth the truth about how Leila died. Dashing multimillionaire Ted Winters stands accused of her murder, but Elizabeth has doubts.
Along the windswept cliffs of the Monterey coast, in luxurious bungalows, between gourmet meals and beachfront walks, uneasiness stalks Elizabeth while she begins opening doors to the past. As glimpses of the dark truth about Leila's life and death -- and about Elizabeth herself -- start to crash against her mind, an ominous wave from an unexpected source threatens to engulf her entirely.
days!” “I know, but the district attorney’s office has to review my testimony.” Elizabeth realized how good it felt to have loving arms around her. “What do they have to review?” “The questions they’ll be asking me at the trial. The questions Ted’s lawyer will be asking me. I thought telling the simple truth would be enough, but apparently the defense will try to prove I’m mistaken about the time of the phone call.” “Do you think you might be mistaken?” Min’s lips were grazing her ear, her
work out with you.” They left the bungalow and started toward the men’s spa. “Where did you find him?” Ted asked. “For Christ’s sake!” “Have a heart, Ted. He’s the best criminal lawyer in the country.” “No, he isn’t. And I’ll tell you why. Because he came in with a preconceived notion and he’s trying to mold me into the ideal defendant. And it’s phony.” The tennis player and his girlfriend were coming out of their bungalow. They greeted Ted warmly. “Missed you at Forest Hills last time,” the
need a shrink. Put you in a bikini, dunk you in the briny and you’re in heaven.” It was true. She remembered her delight in showing Leila her blue ribbons for swimming. Eight years ago, she’d been a runner-up for the Olympic team. For four summers she’d taught water aerobics at Cypress Point Spa. Along the way she stopped to pick up groceries—just enough to have a salad for dinner and a quick breakfast. As she walked the last two blocks home she thought of how remote everything seemed—as if she
like that, the pack of you. Ted. Syd. Even that clod, Craig. But you were the worst. Love. Hate. It’s all one. And in your entire life, you’ve never put yourself out for anyone. I want the truth. Why did you go to her that night?” She released him, suddenly drained and exhausted. He jumped to his feet. His hand brushed the teacup and it tipped over, sending splatters of tea onto the table and carpet. “Minna, this is impossible. I will not have you treating me like a germ under a microscope.”
smashed, and sprays of delicate crystal cascaded across the carpet. “No! It’s not possible!” He turned and ran blindly for the door. He slammed it behind him with a force that shattered the window panel. * * * They watched as he ran across the lawn to the trees that separated the Spa grounds from the Crocker Woodland. “He’s guilty,” Bartlett said. “There’s no way I can get him off now. Give me a clean-cut liar and I can work with him. If I put him on the stand, the jury will find Teddy