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Informationen zum Autor Carol Higgins Clark (1956-2023) was the bestselling author of the Regan Reilly mysteries. She was the daughter of suspense writer Mary Higgins Clark, with whom she coauthored a bestselling holiday suspense series. Also an actress, Carol Higgins Clark studied at the Beverly Hills Playhouse and recorded several novels. She received AudioFile 's Earphones Award of Excellence for her reading of Jinxed . Klappentext Now in mass market paperback, New York Times bestselling author Carol Higgins Clark's 11th delightful mystery, this one set in Manhattan, where newlyweds Regan and Jack Reilly renovate their apartment-- a topic Carol is familiar with and can describe with insight and humor. In ZAPPED, Clark takes readers on a tour of the city they won't forget and introduces them to a wonderful cast of colorful, eccentric characters whose stories intersect in precarious and often humorous ways during one very dark and hot summer night. Leseprobe Zapped 1 A burst of humid air greeted Lorraine Lily as she exited the baggage claim area at Kennedy Airport and headed to the taxi stand. The unbearably hot night did nothing to improve her mood. Her high heels were killing her feet and she was tired. When she finally made it to the front of the line, the next yellow cab pulled up quickly. The driver popped the trunk, got out, and eyed her one carry-on bag. “That’s it?” he asked. “They lost my luggage.” “What a surprise,” he grunted. “Don’t worry. In this weather, all you need is a bathing suit. Hop in.” In the back of the cab, Lorraine was grateful to find that at least the air-conditioning was functioning at a decent level. She pushed her auburn hair off her forehead and sighed. The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror. “Where are you going?” “Downtown Manhattan.” She gave him the address. His only reaction was to step on the gas. Lorraine reached into her massive handbag, pulled out her cell phone, and took a deep breath. How many more deep breaths am I going to need in my life? she wondered. She was sick of people telling her to take a deep breath. Everyone from the baggage claims supervisor to her estranged husband, Conrad. She’d had a wonderful three months away, and now it was back to reality. P. Conrad Spreckles picked up on the second ring. “I’ve landed,” she told him. “Back on home soil,” he responded in a remote tone. “They lost my luggage.” “It’s probably wandering the earth. Just like its owner.” “I wasn’t wandering the earth, dear. I was acting in an important new play that could be a springboard for my career.” “In a remote town in England with a population of eleven people. You may as well have performed it in our basement up here in Greenwich.” “We had wonderful audiences,” Lorraine protested. “You wouldn’t know since you didn’t bother to come. Listen, Conrad, we need to talk. But right now I’m too tired. I’ll sleep at the loft and take a car to Connecticut in the morning.” “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said flatly. “I filed for divorce.” Lorraine gasped. She was shocked that he’d taken such a drastic step. Not that she wanted to stay married. But she was hoping to be supported for a while longer while she pursued her career. Doing her best to sound saddened, she murmured. “Well, Conrad, if that’s how you feel…” “It’s how I feel.” “Okay. I’ll spend the night at the apartment…” “You can’t.” “Why not?” “I sold it.” “You sold it?” Lorraine shrieked. The cabbie turned around to take a quick look, then shifted his attention back to the road. She lowered her voice and hissed, “How could you?” “Funny you took the news very well about parting ways with me. ...
