You Belong To Me
Mary Higgins Clark
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“The mistress of high tension” (The New Yorker) and undisputed Queen of Suspense Mary Higgins Clark brings us another New York Times bestselling novel that USA TODAY calls “her page-turning best” about a killer who targets lonely women on cruise ships, a masterful combination of page-turning suspense and classic mystery.
When Dr. Susan Chandler decides to use her daily radio talk show to explore the phenomenon of women who disappear and are later found to have become victims of killers who prey on the lonely and insecure, she has no idea that she is exposing herself—and those closest to her—to the very terror that she hopes to warn others against.
Susan sets out to determine who is responsible for an attempt on the life of a woman who called in to the show offering information on the mysterious disappearance from a cruise ship, years before, of Regina Clausen, a wealthy investment advisor. Soon Susan finds herself in a race against time, for not only does the killer stalk these lonely women, but he seems intent on eliminating anyone who can possibly further Susan’s investigation.
As her search intensifies, Susan finds herself confronted with the realization that one of the men who have become important figures in her life might actually be the killer. And as she gets closer to uncovering his identity, she realizes almost too late that the hunter has become the hunted. Is she the next one marked for murder?
shame, she thought, as she swept up the shards of glass and loaded them into the wastebasket. It’s the effect of everything that’s been going on, she decided as she put Anna Ketler’s file in the bottom drawer of her desk. This past week has been a nightmare. She locked the drawer and put the key in the pocket of her jacket. I’ll put it on the key ring later, she decided: Right now I just want to get at those pictures. What will he look like? she wondered, aware that there was very little
voice, “I never would have harmed you if only you hadn’t butted in. In fact, I quite like you. I do sincerely. You’re an interesting woman, and very smart too. But then that’s been your undoing, hasn’t it? Perhaps you’re too smart for your own good.” He began to wind the rope around her arms, lifting her body gently. She was lying on the floor beside her desk; he had found a pillow and placed it under her head. He had dimmed the overhead lights. He liked soft light, and whenever possible used
comfortably furnished with deep couches, inviting club chairs, sufficient drawer and closet space, tasteful wall hangings, and excellent reproductions of fine Persian carpets. Tonight, as he closed and locked the apartment door, Douglas Layton wondered how long his luck would hold out. He checked the time; it was quarter past five. He made a beeline for the phone and called Jane Clausen. She did not answer, which was not unusual. If she was going out to dinner, she often would nap around this
not on time, Susan,” Geany said matter-of-factly. “Don’t blame me. I only work here.” Susan noticed the sympathetic glance Don Richards gave her. “You could have started the show with Dr. Richards,” she said. “I told him yesterday he was a natural.” For the first part of the program they discussed how women could protect themselves and avoid getting into potentially dangerous situations. “Look,” Richards said. “Most women realize that if they park their cars in a dark, unattended lot, six
o’clock,” she told him firmly. “Mrs. Clausen, I’m afraid that might make me late for my plane.” “And I’m afraid you should have thought of that sooner, Douglas. Susan Chandler is coming to see me in a few minutes.” She paused, then added in a cool tone, “Yesterday, Susan was by to take some Polaroids of the sketch of the orphanage. She wouldn’t tell me why she needed them, but I have a feeling that’s what she wants to discuss with me now. I hope there’s no problem about the building, Douglas.”