Missing Pieces

Missing Pieces

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by Joy Fielding, Marcie Wolf-Hubbard
     
 

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Missing Pieces begins with the news that another woman is missing. In fact, for the last five years, women in Palm Beach have had a disconcerting habit of turning up dead. Kate Simpson, middle-aged mother of two, has been idly keeping track of the disappearances. But she never thought that she would be involved, never dreamed that she'd come home to find her

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Missing Pieces begins with the news that another woman is missing. In fact, for the last five years, women in Palm Beach have had a disconcerting habit of turning up dead. Kate Simpson, middle-aged mother of two, has been idly keeping track of the disappearances. But she never thought that she would be involved, never dreamed that she'd come home to find her own family room floor slippery with blood--at least not until the day her sister put down the morning paper and calmly announced that she was going to marry a man who was on trial for the murder of thirteen women.

In her wildly successful thrillers, Joy Fielding has staked an indisputable claim to the territory of domestic suspense. With Missing Pieces, she tightens the screws another notch, drawing Kate Simpson into a deadly cycle of violence and terror that will leave listeners breathless. This is another heart-stopping work from a master in the field of suspense fiction.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Practical Kate Sinclair, 47, a family therapist married for 24 years and the mother of two teenaged daughters, is losing control of her orderly, settled life. She fights with her rebellious elder daughter, Sara, who's 17. Her mother is diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Even her body is betraying her, as hot flashes startle her metabolism. Meanwhile, a chance encounter with an old high-school sweetheart inflames her in a totally different way. Worst of all, though, is the infatuation of her sexy half-sister, Jo Lynn, with a man on trial for the murder of 13 women. Fielding's leisurely paced latest tale (after Don't Cry Now) of psychological suspense, written in no-frills prose and set in Florida's Palm Beach Gardens, follows Kate as she watches in horror her sister's growing involvement with Colin Friendly, sociopath and sexual sadist. Trying to protect her sister in some vague way, Kate accompanies Jo Lynn on her lovestruck daily excursions to court. Though the sisters' relationship strains credulity at times, an unexpected yet believable revelation about Jo Lynn's past explains the self-destructive behavior that has led her through three abusive marriages and into a relationship with a serial killer who eventually targets Kate's family for his particular malice. Prosaic courtroom and therapy scenes and simplistically portrayed secondary figures weigh down the storytelling, but Kates's honest, strong narration is up to the task of driving this novel of a family in turmoil to its bloody if redeeming resolution. 175,000 first printing; Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club main selections; author tour. (Aug.)
Library Journal
Kate Sinclair has problems: her sister is marrying a man accused of serial murder, she can't handle her rebellious daughter or addled mother, and a slick talker on whom she had a crush in high school has just reappeared. It's enough to send Kate to the therapist's couchif she weren't already a therapist. Expect hard-hitting promotion for this new novel from the author of See Jane Run (LJ 3/15/91).
School Library Journal
YAFielding's novelistic version of Ten Stupid Things Women Do to Mess Up Their Lives is almost a send-up of topics heard on advice shows. The heroine, a professional family counselor, has the hots for her old high school flame even though she is happily married to a wonderful, caring guy. She refuses to see that her mother is becoming senile and her teenage daughter is rebelling; in addition, her airhead sister marries an imprisoned serial killer to whom she becomes attracted while attending his trial. Once the tabloids move on from this sensational story, Sis helps her killer husband escape from prison only to become his ultimate victim. The desire to wring all of the characters' silly necks is strong, but the author does it first, while at the same time pointing out their motivations for being so foolish. Despite possible disgust with these women's behavior, readers will find that Fielding's writing keeps them turning the pages, and good sense prevails in the end.Judy McAloon, Potomac Library, Prince William County, VA
From the Publisher
"The maven of domestic terror."
St. Louis Post Dispatch

“Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the suburbs, Fielding turns up the heat again.”
Kirkus Reviews

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780440222873
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
07/28/1998
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
432
Sales rank:
171,800
Product dimensions:
4.19(w) x 6.87(h) x 1.10(d)

Read an Excerpt

Another woman is missing.

Her name is Millie Potton and she was last seen two days ago. According to today's paper, Millie is tall and thin and walks with a slight limp. She is fifty-four years old, which isn't surprising. Only women over fifty have names like Millie anymore.

The small article on page three of the local news section of the Palm Beach Post states that she was last seen wandering down the street in her bathrobe by a neighbor, a woman who obviously saw nothing particularly peculiar in the incident. Millie Potton, the article continues, has a long history of mental problems, the implication being that it is these mental problems that are responsible for her disappearance and are not therefore anything the rest of us have to be concerned about.

Over two dozen women have disappeared from the Palm Beach area in the last five years. I know because I've been keeping track, not consciously, at least not at first, but after a while their numbers just started adding up, and a vague figure affixed itself to my conscious mind. The women range in age from sixteen to sixty. The police have dismissed some as runaways, especially the younger ones, girls like Amy Lokash, age seventeen, who left a friend's house at ten o'clock one evening and was never seen or heard from again. Others, and Millie Potton will undoubtedly be among them, have been dismissed for any number of indisputably logical reasons, even though the police were wrong about Amy Lokash.

Still, until a body turns up somewhere, stuffed into a garbage bin behind Burger King like Marilyn Greenwood, age twenty-four, or floating facedown in a Port Everglades swamp like ChristineMcDermott, age thirty-three, there really isn't anything the police can do. Or so they say. Women, it seems, go missing all the time.

It's quiet in the house this morning, what with everybody gone. I have lots of time to tape my report. I call it a report, but really it isn't anything so clearly defined. It's more a series of reminiscences, although the police have asked me to be as specific and as orderly as I can, to be careful not to leave anything out, no matter how insignificant--or how personal--something may seem. They will decide what is important, they tell me.

I'm not sure I understand the point. What's done is done. It's not as if I can go back and change any of the things that have happened, much as I'd like to, much as I tried to before they occurred. But I was just hitting my head against a brick wall. I knew it at the time. I know it now. There are certain things over which we have no control--the actions of others being the prime example. Much as we may not like it, we have to stand back and let people go their own way, make their own mistakes, no matter how clearly we see disaster looming. Isn't that what I'm always telling my clients?

Of course, it's much easier to give advice than it is to follow it. Maybe that's one of the reasons I became a family therapist, although that certainly wasn't the reason I gave on my college entry application. There, if memory serves me correctly, and it does so with alarmingly less frequency all the time, I listed my intense desire to help others, my reputation among friends as someone to whom they could always turn in times of trouble, my experience with my own dysfunctional family, although the term "dysfunctional" had yet to be coined at the time I entered university way back in 1966. It's so common now, so much a part of the everyday vernacular, that it's hard to imagine how we managed for so long without it, despite the fact that it's essentially meaningless. What constitutes dysfunction, after all? What family doesn't have problems? I'm certain my own daughters could give you an earful.

So, where to start? This is what my first-time clients ask all the time. They come into my office, which is on the third floor of a five-story Pepto-Bismol pink building on Royal Palm Way, their eyes wary, the fingers of one hand chipping at the wedding band on the other, as they perch on the ends of the upholstered gray-and-white chairs, their lips parting in anticipation, their mouths eager to give voice to their rage, their fears, their displeasure, and the first thing that tumbles out is always the same: Where do I start?

Do I start at the very beginning, announce myself like a label stuck to a lapel: Hello, my name is Kate Sinclair? Do I say that I was born forty-seven years ago in Pittsburgh on an uncharacteristically warm day in April, that I'm five feet six and a half inches tall and one hundred and twenty-five pounds, that my hair is light brown and my eyes a shade darker, that I have small breasts and good legs and a slightly lopsided smile? That Larry affectionately calls me funny face, that Robert said I was beautiful?

It would be much easier to start at the end, to recite facts already known, give name to the dead, wipe away the blood once and for all, instead of trying to search for motivations, for explanations, for answers that might never be found.

But the police don't want that. They already know the basic facts. They've seen the end results. What they want are details, and I've agreed, as best I can, to provide them. I could start with Amy Lokash's disappearance, or the first time her mother came to my office. I could begin with my mother's fears she was being followed, or with the day Sara's teacher called to voice her growing concerns about my daughter's behavior. I could talk about that first phone call from Robert, or Larry's sudden trip to South Carolina. But I guess if I have to choose one moment over all the others, it would have to be that Saturday morning last October when Jo Lynn and I were sitting at the kitchen table, relaxing and enjoying our third cup of coffee, and my sister put down the morning paper and calmly announced that she was going to marry a man who was on trial for the murder of thirteen women.

Yes, I think I'll start there.

Meet the Author

Joy Fielding is the author of the acclaimed New York Times best-seller The First Time, and other bestselling novels including Whispers and Lies, The Other Woman, Grand Avenue and See Jane Run. She divides her time between Toronto and Palm Beach.

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Missing Pieces 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
yogagirlOR More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. Easy reading and kept my interest. I will read other books from this author.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was absoloutley amazing ! i love every minute of it !! i could not put it down i read this book non-stop for three days and i fell in love with the characters! kate was a great character and her sister jo-lynn was a riot !!! you will love this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After reading a few volumes of Sci Fi, I decided to read something light & chose Mission Pieces. Good choice! Not "light reading" or Chic-Lit at all altho some of the author's other novels come across that way. Read the "Details" page for plot summery; but the basics are: protagonist Kate is a therapist struggling with a mother with Alzhiemer's; a teenage daughter hell-bent on destruction; a good but boring husband; a tempting man from her past; and a stepsister in love with a serial killer!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
What a fantastic read! This book grabbed my attention from the first chapter. A great story about a therapist whose sister falls in love with a serial killer. I definitely recommend this page-turner!
Guest More than 1 year ago
EXCELLENT STORY OF EVERYDAY AND NOT SO EVERYDAY PROBLEMS FACED BY A THERAPIST WHO IS IN THE MIDST OF CHAOS IN HER OWN LIFE.
Kelly Giordano More than 1 year ago
Not to mention...there are approximately one or two sentences at the end that relate back to the woman missing at the beginning of the story. Not sure what the point was of even introducing her into the srory.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was the first book I read by Joy Fielding and it did not make me want to get more of her books. The whole book just rambled on with her problems and fighting. The only suspense was in the last 30 pages. If you want really great suspense books reach for anything by Mary Higgins Clark.