Hitched (Regan Reilly Series #9)by Carol Higgins Clark
"The date is Saturday, April 2. Five April brides discover their wedding dresses have been stolen. One of the brides is private investigtor Regan Reilly. Her wedding is in seven days." "Regan Reilly and her fiance, Jack "no relation" Reilly - head of the NYPD Major Case Squad - are getting married. Regan had the perfect dress made by two young designers on Manhattan's… See more details below
"The date is Saturday, April 2. Five April brides discover their wedding dresses have been stolen. One of the brides is private investigtor Regan Reilly. Her wedding is in seven days." "Regan Reilly and her fiance, Jack "no relation" Reilly - head of the NYPD Major Case Squad - are getting married. Regan had the perfect dress made by two young designers on Manhattan's Lower East Side. Arriving at the bridal salon to pick up her gown, Regan discovers the shop has been broken into, the designers bound and gagged, and wedding dresses for four of the April brides (her dress included) are missing. A fifth dress is in shreds on the floor. Even though it's a week before her wedding, Regan gets on the case, and in the process she meets an unusual mix of brides and grooms-to-be, or - perhaps "not-to-be."" "Over at One Police Plaza, Regan's bridegroom, Jack, is trying to solve a perplexing series of bank robberies. The robber, nicknamed "The Drip" by the NYPD because he always strikes during rainstorms, has been eluding the police for months. Jack is determined to crack the case before his upcoming nuptials." Carol Higgins Clark fuses the two seemingly unrelated mysteries with a twist, taking readers from the streets of New York City, to the casinos of Altantic City, and finally to that most popular wedding spot - the one and only Las Vegas. She weaves a web of mystery around a tale of five April brides and the trials and tribulations they face planning their weddings.
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Regan Reilly descended the staircase from the second floor of her parents' home in Summit, New Jersey, as she had on countless Saturday mornings in the thirty-one years of her life. As usual, she was headed for the kitchen where her mother would be putting out breakfast. But this Saturday was different.
It was her last Saturday as a single.
Regan's hand lightly brushed the banister as she reached the bottom step and turned toward the living room. The presents from her bridal shower, held the night before, were neatly stacked in the corner -- everything from the latest and greatest cappuccino machine that Regan was sure she'd never be able to figure out, to a clock radio that blared "Today is the first day of the rest of your life" when the alarm went off. The set of gleaming kitchen knives had intrigued Regan the most. A private investigator, she had examined them closely. The only other present that could have been considered a deadly weapon was the cookbook, her father, Luke, had remarked.
Luke and Regan's fiancé, Jack "No Relation" Reilly, had escaped to a restaurant in town, and then returned to join the women for an after-dinner drink. All the obligatory oohing and aahing over the household goods and lingerie were mercifully over. Jack's mother, sisters, and aunts were at the shower as well as many of Regan's old family friends. It had been a lively party.
Regan had flown in two days before from Los Angeles where she had her own PI agency. There was now one week left to finalize all the arrangements before she went from Ms. Reilly to Mrs. Reilly. Today she was heading into New York City with her mother, Nora, and her best friend, Kit, to pick up her wedding gown.
Getting married is a lot of work, Regan had thought more than once since she'd gotten engaged six months ago. It was easy to see why women turned into Bridezillas. But all the hassle was worth it. Jack was what she had waited for all her life and they both wanted to celebrate with their friends and family by having a large, festive wedding.
After years of enduring dates with losers, weirdos, and, worst of all, cheapskates, Regan often felt that she would never meet her soul mate. It took her father getting kidnapped for her to find Jack. He was the head of the Major Case Squad in New York City and had worked day and night to get Luke back. In the process, he and Regan had fallen in love.
At the large butcher block table in the kitchen, Nora and Kit were sipping coffee and munching on blueberry muffins.
"Good morning," Regan said cheerily. "Kit, I can't believe you're up. We don't have to head into the city for another fifteen minutes."
"I was sleepless thinking about seeing you in your wedding gown today," Kit said in her usual droll tone. "I never thought the day would arrive. I never thought my day would arrive. Yours did. Mine, I'm sure, never will."
Regan laughed as Nora cooed sympathetically. "Of course it will."
"Mom, don't worry about Kit," Regan said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Kit, we'll get through everything that this next week entails, get me married off, and then I'm sure we'll be planning your wedding before...before uh..."
"Before what?" Kit asked as she spread butter on her muffin. "Before the cows come home?"
"Way before that," Regan answered with a wave of her hand. "Life can change in an instant. I still have a week before I walk down the aisle. Who knows what could happen before then?"
Nora jumped up, an alarmed expression on her face. "Don't even think like that, Regan. Everything is going to be wonderful. Now let's finish our coffee, get in the car, and drive into the city to pick up the gorgeous dress you will wear one week from today. I must say I'm glad it'll be the last time we have to deal with those crazy designers and that drafty loft they have the nerve to call a bridal salon."
Regan and Kit looked at each other and laughed.
"Mom, Charisse and Alfred are a very talented couple and they are starting to make their mark in the fashion world. They're booked a year in advance. I'm glad they were willing to squeeze me in. Pretty soon they're going to be household names."
None of them could have predicted that Charisse and Alfred's quest for fame would be sped up by their appearance on the front page of the following day's New York Post.
With Regan at the wheel, Nora's Mercedes-Benz glided into the Holland Tunnel.
"It's a lovely day," Nora sighed as the sunlight disappeared behind them. "I hope it's like this next Saturday."
"I do, too. But it's April. You never know..." Regan's voice trailed off.
"A girl in my office scheduled her wedding for late October on Martha's Vineyard. Wouldn't you know a nor'easter hit that very day? When they got to the reception, the restaurant was without power. And the backup generator had gone kaput," Kit remarked from the backseat.
"Thanks, Kit." Regan smiled. "I'll be sure to pray for good weather."
Fifteen minutes later they parked the car in a lot not too far from the heart of Little Italy. Alfred and Charisse's Coutures was located in a loft on the entire third floor of a building that, in Nora's opinion, was in need of a makeover.
"I don't know what the allure is of places like these," Nora muttered as they walked down a side street that looked like the Broadway set for Cats.
"People love it down here," Regan commented. "And if you're in fashion, it makes you seem hip to have an address like this. It's where old New York meets the new. The pushcarts of yesteryear have been replaced by trendy boutiques."
"What's wrong with Madison Avenue?" Nora asked as she stepped over a piece of broken glass on the cracked sidewalk. They stopped in front of an old building and caught the door as a young couple was coming out. Regan held the door open as she pushed the buzzer for Alfred and Charisse's loft. There was no answer. She pushed it again, and they waited.
Kit looked at her watch. "It's eleven o'clock."
"I can't imagine where they'd be. They live here and they're expecting us," Regan said.
"We've already made it through security..." Nora remarked wryly, glancing around at the empty lobby.
"That we have," Regan agreed. "Let's head upstairs."
The three of them got on a large, battered, groaning elevator, which took its time about everything. The car slowly ascended to the third floor where it stopped with a jerk. A loud click and a mournful moan followed. After an agonizing six seconds, the door opened.
Right away Regan could tell something was wrong. The door to the loft was ajar. Whenever she'd been at the salon, Alfred always made a point to keep the door closed. He was paranoid that his genius might float out the door and people would somehow steal the ideas for his designs. Regan hurried across the hall and pushed the door fully open. There was no one in sight. The dress racks were empty. But one lone gown was in shreds on the floor.
"Charisse?" Regan called. "Alfred?"
There was no answer.
Nora grabbed Regan's arm. "Regan, be careful."
"Charisse?" Regan called again, her voice rising. "Alfred?" She slowly moved farther into the loft and saw that the shredded dress had drops of blood on it. Regan inhaled sharply and hurried to the back of the loft and around the corner to where she knew their bedroom was. Gingerly, Regan opened the door.
"Oh, my God!" Regan cried.
Charisse and Alfred were stretched out on their bed, bound and gagged. Regan hurried over and removed Alfred's gag.
"Regan!" he cried, struggling for breath. "A couple of thieves broke in here in the middle of the night. They tied us up. I thought they were going to kill us. They smashed our safe here in the bedroom and grabbed our cash and jewelry!"
"They did more than that," Regan said quickly as she ran around the bed and untied the cloth around Charisse's mouth. "It looks like all your dresses are gone. Except one that could use a lot of help."
Two screams pierced the air: One belonged to Alfred. The other emanated from the owner of that sorry bridal gown who had just arrived in the next room.
Regan couldn't decide whose scream was worse.
Copyright © 2006 by Carol Higgins Clark
Meet the Author
Carol Higgins Clark is the author of the bestselling Regan Reilly mysteries. She is coauthor, along with her mother, Mary Higgins Clark, of a bestselling holiday mystery series. Also an actress, Carol Higgins Clark studied at the Beverly Hills Playhouse and has recorded several novels. She received AudioFile’s Earphones Award of Excellence for her reading of Jinxed. She lives in New York City. Her website is CarolHigginsClark.com.
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I have just recently been introduced to the Regan Reilly Series of books and am trying to read all of them. They are very entertaining and once you get started, you don't want to put them down. Anyone interested in mystery solving would enjoy this book.
This is favorite Regan Reily book so far. I just love this book. Yes it is a little mysterious but it is also humorous. I just love the characters in the story, especially the wedding dress designers. This book also has some twists and turns that just kept me flipping the pages.
This cozy story is a good read, but not as suspenseful as the earlier Regan Reilly mysteries. Still, Carol does a good job in tying things together. You may want to read some of her first books in this series such as Iced and Decked.
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Most of the Regan Reilly books are well written and great fun. This was one of my least favorite.
Hitched is the best book out of her 6 books that I've already read. There are many central characters, who are involved in suspenseful twists and turns, all leading to a satisfying ending. I couldn't put it down, and finished it in record time.
I am a big fan of Carol Higgins Clark and love the Regan Reilly series, great read.
We knew it would finally happen that Regan Reilly would marry Jack Reilly and she can't say no relation any more. It was a fun read and had lots of twists. Every time I thought I had it figured out, I was tricked. This author has become as good a writer as her mother. I've recommeded this book to my book club.
This book was an awesome Mystery. As usual Carol Higgins Clark did not let us down.
Awesome book! This is the first book that I have read by Carol Higgins Clark. She does an amazing job of bringing everything together. Highly recommend. The book cover is definitely creepy.
It has been a long time coming but finally California private detective Regan Reilly is getting married to NYPD captain Jack Reilly, head of the Major Case Cquad. The happy couple is going to live in Jack¿s Tribecca loft but with just a week to go before the wedding, Regan has a lot of details to settle. The most important item is to pick up her wedding dress but when she goes to Alfred and Cherisse¿s Couture, she finds the owners tied up and the wedding gown stolen along with twenty thousand dollars in cash.---- Regan is determined to find the thief who stole her gown and the robbery gains media attention as a human interest story. The thieves are driving to Las Vegas to sell the dresses there while Regan is dealing with the dress and the other brides who also had their dresses stolen along with hers. Jack is trying to catch a bank robber who only is active on rainy days. As he keeps apprised of Regan in her investigation, he discovers a link to his case that just might catch the perpetrator. Regan takes all the problems surrounding the wedding in stride concentrating on catching a jewel thief and a missing woman who was attending one of the bride¿s bachelorette party.---- Looking for an exciting light-hearted mystery with an eccentric cast of characters, some of whom surprisingly turn out to be crooks? Look no further than HITCHED, the latest and most romantic Regan Reilly mystery. Readers finally see Jack as a three dimensional character who is not afraid to show his love for his fiancée. The two protagonists share equal billing in this delightfully charming crime caper.------ Harriet Klausner