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Zusatztext "This serendipitous series launch! or continuation! will satisfy Clark's legion of fans and may well win her some new ones." — Kirkus Reviews Informationen zum Autor The #1 New York Times bestselling author Mary Higgins Clark wrote forty suspense novels! four collections of short stories! a historical novel! a memoir! and two children’s books. With bestselling author Alafair Burke she wrote the Under Suspicion series including The Cinderella Murder ! All Dressed in White ! The Sleeping Beauty Killer ! Every Breath You Take ! and You Don’t Own Me . With her daughter Carol Higgins Clark! she coauthored five more suspense novels. More than one hundred million copies of her books are in print in the United States alone. Her books are international bestsellers. Alafair Burke is the Edgar-nominated! New York Times bestselling author of twelve novels! including The Wife ! The Ex ! If You Were Here ! Long Gone ! and the Ellie Hatcher series. A former prosecutor! she is now a professor of criminal law and lives in Manhattan. The Cinderella Murder 1 It was two o’clock in the morning. Right on time, Rosemary Dempsey thought ruefully as she opened her eyes and stirred. Whenever she had a big day ahead she would inevitably wake up in the middle of the night and start worrying that something would go wrong. It had always been like this, even when she was a child. And now, fifty-five years old, happily married for thirty-two years, with one child, beautiful and gifted nineteen-year-old Susan, Rosemary could not be anything but a constant worrier, a living Cassandra. Something is going to go wrong. Thanks again, Mom, Rosemary thought. Thanks for all the times you held your breath, so sure that the birthday upside-down cake I loved to make for Daddy would flop. The only one that did was the first one when I was eight years old. All the others were perfect. I was so proud of myself. But then, on his birthday when I was eighteen, you told me you always made a backup cake for him. In the single act of defiance that I can remember, I was so shocked and angry I tossed the one I had made in the garbage can. You started laughing and then tried to apologize. “It’s just that you’re talented in other ways, Rosie, but let’s face it, in the kitchen you’re klutzy.” And of course you found other ways to tell me where I was klutzy, Rosemary thought. “Rosie, when you make the bed, be sure that the spread is even on both sides. It only takes an extra minute to do it right.” “Rosie, be careful. When you read a magazine, don’t just toss it back on the table. Line it up with the others.” And now, even though I know I can throw a party or make a cake, I am always sure that something will go wrong, Rosemary thought. But there was a reason today to be apprehensive. It was Jack’s sixtieth birthday, and this evening sixty of their friends would be there to celebrate it. Cocktails and a buffet supper, served on the patio by their infallible caterer. The weather forecast was perfect, sunshine and seventy degrees. It was May 7 in Silicon Valley and that meant that the flowers were in full bloom. Their dream house, the third since they’d moved to San Mateo thirty-two years ago, was built in the style of a Tuscan villa. Every time she turned into the driveway, she fell in love with it again. Everything will be fine, she assured herself impatiently. And as usual I’ll make the birthday chocolate upside-down cake for Jack and it will be perfect and our friends will have a good time and I will be told how I’m a marvel. “Your parties are always so perfect, Rosie . . . The supper was delicious . . . the hou...
