You Belong to Me

You Belong to Me

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by Mary Higgins Clark, Jayne Atkinson
     
 

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A killer who targets lonely women on cruise ships is at the center of Mary Higgins Clark's You Belong To Me, a masterful combination of breathtaking 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

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A killer who targets lonely women on cruise ships is at the center of Mary Higgins Clark's You Belong To Me, a masterful combination of breathtaking 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.

Soon she 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 connect him to Susan's investigation. As she gets closer to uncovering his identity, she realizes almost too late that the hunter has become the hunted, and Susan herself is marked for murder.

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Library Journal
Jayne Atkinson reads this suspenseful work with increasing credibility. Psychologist Susan Chandler, host of a call-in radio show, runs a segment on missing women. These women left behind only the suspicion of foul play. Susan had no way of knowing that the wrong people would be listening that day or that her program would set off another chain of murders with herself poised as the penultimate victim. Atkinson gives the myriad characters unique inflections. She is also effective at tracking the fast-paced point-of-view leaps that mark the abridgment; minor characters are thoroughly introduced and killed off all in a single paragraph. However, the red herrings are particularly well done. Unfortunately, when the killer is finally unmasked, his/her motivations aren't really defensible not even in the madness of a killer's mind. Nevertheless, Clark's popularity and Atkinson's skill make this a must-buy for public libraries. Jodi Israel, Norwood, MA
Marilyn Stasio
As your cruise ship glides through tropical waters and an attentive stranger dances you on deck to look at the moon, try really hard not to think about Regina, Monica, Veronica and Constance, whose shipboard romances with a sexy psychopath prove fatal in Mary Higgins Clark's new suspense thriller, "You Belong To Me." -- Marilyn Stasio, New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
A smooth seducer who kills women he meets on luxury cruises would seem to be a natural for Clark ("Pretend You Don't See Her", 1997, etc.). But the devil isn't in the details this time, and a series of miscues lets the tension escape from her 16th novel. " Why do women vanish?" clinical psychologist Dr. Susan Chandler, host of radio's Ask Dr. Susan, asks her guest Dr. Donald Richards, author of 'Vanishing Women'. The main answer, of course, is that they're preyed upon by unscrupulous men. One such victim was Regina Clausen, who never returned to her ship from an excursion to Hong Kong three years ago. Now Carolyn Wells, a caller to Susan's show, reveals that she may have been the intended prey of a similar villain—a man who left her holding a photograph and a turquoise ring inscribed "You belong to me" when she escaped back to the arms of her jealous husband Justin. Susan and Don are both excited about the possible link to Regina Clausen's disappearance. But before Susan can meet Carolyn and examine the ring and photo, Carolyn's pushed under the wheels of a van by a man who walks off with the evidence. It's only the first of a series of four murderous assaults by an unusually enterprising killer bent on covering his tracks—a killer who's hiding in a thicket of handsome gentlemen with a special affinity for good-looking women and luxury cruises. So far so good; but this time the killer, for all his industry, is toothless—partly because his target victim isn't Susan but her forgettable sister Dee, who prattles about going on a cruise till you wish sheþd just go ahead and get herself killed, partly because Susan, more detective than victim, is clearly more than a matchfor the predator. All the usual trappings of upscale menace except the menace. Wait till next year's cruise. (Literary Guild main selection)

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USA Today Mary Higgins Clark at her page-turning best....The pace is near panic.

Entertainment Weekly Mary Higgins Clark has nothing to fear...we "belong" to her....

San Francisco Chronicle The Queen...returns with another delicious hoot of a plot...and a nice surprise in You Belong To Me...Clark does show her mettle as a mystery writer....We find the pages turning with increasing speed.

Chicago Tribune You Belong To Me...Trust me, this well-known old song will take on a new meaning the next time you hear it...Clark is a virtuoso....

Booklist A riveting tale of one woman's quest for the truth. Clark is a smart, entertaining storyteller...her fans will request You Belong To Me in droves.

The Seattle Times Mary Higgins Clark is the doyenne of American suspense fiction, our answer to Britain's P. D. James....

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780743583480
Publisher:
Simon & Schuster Audio
Publication date:
05/12/2009
Edition description:
Abridged
Sales rank:
871,518
Product dimensions:
5.10(w) x 5.90(h) x 0.70(d)

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Chapter One

Three years later

Barring a blizzard or something bordering on a hurricane, Dr. Susan Chandler walked to work from her brownstone apartment in Greenwich Village to her office in the turn-of-the-century building in SoHo. A clinical psychologist, she had a thriving private practice and at the same time had established something of a public persona as host of a popular radio program, Ask Dr. Susan, that aired each weekday.

The early morning air on this October day was crisp and breezy, and she was glad she had opted for a long-sleeved, turtleneck sweater under her suit jacket.

Her shoulder-length dark blond hair, still damp from the shower, was windblown, causing her to regret not wearing a scarf. She remembered her grandmother's long-ago admonishment, "Don't ever go out with a wet head; you'll catch your death of cold," then realized that she seemed to think about Gran Susie a lot these days. But then, her grandmother had been raised in Greenwich Village, and Susan sometimes wondered if her spirit wasn't hovering nearby.

She stopped for a light at the corner of Mercer and Houston. It was only seven-thirty, and the streets weren't crowded yet. In another hour they would be teeming with Monday morning, back-to-work New Yorkers.

Thank God the weekend's over, Susan said to herself fervently. She had spent most of Saturday and Sunday in Rye with her mother, who had been in low spirits — understandably so, Susan thought, since Sunday would have been her fortieth wedding anniversary. Then, not helping the general situation, Susan had had an unfortunate encounter with her older sister, Dee, who was visiting from California.

Sunday afternoon, before coming back to the city, she had made a courtesy call to her father's palatial home in nearby Bedford Hills, where he and his second wife, Binky, were throwing a cocktail party. Susan suspected that the timing of the party was Binky's doing. "We had our first date four years ago today," she had gushed.

I dearly love both my parents, Susan thought as she reached her office building, but there are times when I want to tell them to please, grow up.

Susan was usually the first to arrive on the top floor, but as she passed the law offices of her old friend and mentor, Nedda Harding, she was startled to see that the lights in the reception area and hallway were already on. She knew Nedda had to be the early bird.

She shook her head ruefully as she opened the outer door — which should have been locked — walked down the hallway past the still-dark offices of Nedda's junior partners and clerks, then stopped at the open door leading to Nedda's office, and smiled. As usual, Nedda was concentrating so intensely that she was not even aware that Susan was standing there.

Nedda was frozen in her usual work pose, her left elbow on the desk, forehead resting on her palm, and her right hand poised to turn the pages of the thick file that was spread out before her. Nedda's short-clipped silver hair was already rumpled, her half glasses were slipping down her nose, and her solid body gave the impression of being ready to leap up and run. One of the most respected defense attorneys in New York, her somewhat grandmotherly appearance offered little indication of the cleverness and aggressive energy she brought to her work, never more apparent than when she cross-examined a witness in court.

The two women had met and become friends ten years ago at NYU, when Susan was a twenty-two-year-old second-year law student and Nedda was a guest lecturer. In her third year, Susan had scheduled her classes so that she could work two days a week clerking for Nedda.

All her friends, Nedda being the only exception, had been shocked when, after two years in the Westchester County District Attorney's office, Susan quit her job as assistant D.A. to go back to school and earn her doctorate in psychology. "It's something I have to do," was her only explanation at the time.

Sensing Susan's presence in her doorway, Nedda looked up. Her smile was brief but warm. "Well, look who's here. Good weekend, Susan, or should I ask?"

Nedda knew about both Binky's party and Susan's mother's anniversary.

"It was predictable," Susan said wryly. "Dee got to Mom's house on Saturday, and the two of them ended up sobbing their hearts out. I told Dee her depression was only making it harder for Mother to cope, and she blasted me. Said that if two years ago I had watched my husband swept to his death in an avalanche the way she had watched Jack die, I'd understand what she was going through. She also suggested that if I lent Mom a shoulder to cry on instead of always telling her to get on with her life, I'd be a lot more help to her. When I said that my shoulder is getting arthritic from all the tears, Dee got even angrier. But at least Mom laughed.

"Then there was Dad and Binky's party," she continued. "Incidentally, Dad now requests that I call him 'Charles,' which says it all on that subject." She sighed deeply. "And that was my weekend. Another one like that and I'll be the one who needs counseling. But then I'm too cheap to hire a therapist, so I'll just end up talking to myself."

Nedda eyed her sympathetically. She was the only one of Susan's friends who knew the full story about Jack and Dee, and about Susan's parents and the messy divorce. "Sounds to me as though you need a survival plan," she said.

Susan laughed. "Maybe you'll come up with one for me. Just put it on my tab, good friend, along with all I owe you already for getting me the radio job. Now I'd better get going. I've got stuff to prepare before the show. And by the way — have I said thanks recently?"

A year earlier, Marge Mackin, a popular radio host and a close friend of Nedda's, had invited Susan to sit in on her program during a highly publicized trial to comment, both as a legal expert and a psychologist. The success of that first on-air visit led to regular appearances on the program, and when Marge moved on to host a television program, Susan was invited to replace her on the daily radio talk show.

"You're being silly. You wouldn't have gotten the job unless you could handle it. You're darn good and you know it," Nedda said briskly. "Who's your guest today?"

"This week I'll be concentrating on why women should be safety conscious in social situations. Donald Richards, a psychiatrist specializing in criminology, has written a book called Vanishing Women. It deals with some of the disappearances he's been involved with. Many of the cases he solved, but a number of interesting ones are still open. I read the book and it's good. He covers the background of each woman and the circumstances under which she vanished. Then he discusses the possible reasons why such an intelligent woman might get involved with a killer, followed by the step-by-step process of attempting to find out what happened to her. So we'll talk about the book and some of the more interesting cases, and then we'll generally discuss how our listeners might avoid potentially dangerous situations."

"Good subject."

"I think so. I've decided to bring up the Regina Clausen disappearance. That one always intrigued me. Remember her? I used to watch her on CNBC and thought she was great. About six years ago I used my birthday check from Dad to buy a stock she recommended. It turned into a bonanza, so I guess I feel oddly like I owe her something."

Nedda looked up, frowning. "Regina Clausen disappeared about three years ago, after disembarking from a world cruise in Hong Kong. I remember it very well. It got a lot of publicity at the time."

"That was after I left the district attorney's office," Susan said, "but I was visiting a friend when Regina Clausen's mother, Jane — she lived in Scarsdale at that time — came in to talk to the D.A. to see if he could help, but there was no indication that Regina had ever left Hong Kong, so of course the Westchester County District Attorney had no jurisdiction. The poor woman had pictures of Regina and kept saying how much her daughter had looked forward to that trip. Anyhow, I've never forgotten the case, so I'll talk about it on air today."

Nedda's expression softened. "I know Jane Clausen slightly. She and I graduated from Smith the same year. She lives on Beekman Place now. She was always very quiet, and I gather Regina was also very shy socially."

Susan raised her eyebrows. "I wish I had realized you know Mrs. Clausen. You might have been able to arrange for me to speak with her. According to my notes, Regina's mother had no inkling that her daughter might be involved with someone, but if I could get her to talk about it, something that didn't seem important at the time might come out and provide some clues."

Nedda frowned in concentration. "Maybe it's not too late. Doug Layton is the Clausen family lawyer. I've met him several times. I'll call him at nine and see if he'll put us in touch with her."

At ten after nine, the intercom on Susan's desk buzzed. It was Janet, her secretary. "Douglas Layton, an attorney, is on line one. Brace yourself, Doctor. He doesn't sound happy."

Every day, Susan wished that Janet, an otherwise excellent secretary, did not feel the need to do a commentary on the people who called. Although the real problem, Susan thought, is that her reaction usually was right on target.

As soon as she began to speak to the Clausen family lawyer it became very clear that he was indeed not happy. "Dr. Chandler, we absolutely resent any exploitation of Mrs. Clausen's grief," he said brusquely. "Regina was her only child. It would be bad enough if her body had been found, but because it has not, Mrs. Clausen agonizes constantly, in a kind of limbo, wondering under what circumstances her daughter may be living, if indeed she is alive. I would have thought a friend of Nedda Harding would be above this kind of sensationalism, exploiting grief with pop psychology."

Susan clamped her lips together for an instant to cut off the heated response she was tempted to make. When she spoke, her tone was chilly, but calm. "Mr. Layton, you've already given the reason the case should be discussed. Surely it is infinitely worse for Mrs. Clausen to be wondering every day of her life whether her daughter is alive and suffering somewhere than to have definite knowledge of what really happened to her. I understand that neither the police in Hong Kong nor the private investigators Mrs. Clausen hired were able to uncover a single clue as to what Regina did or where she might have gone after she disembarked. My program is heard in five states. It's a very long shot, I know, but maybe someone who is listening today was on that ship, or was visiting Hong Kong at the same time, and will call in to tell us something helpful, hopefully about seeing Regina after she left the Gabrielle. After all, she was on CNBC regularly, and some people have an excellent memory for faces."

Without waiting for a response, Susan hung up, leaned over and turned on the radio. She had made promos for today's program, referring to her guest author and to the Clausen case. They had run briefly last Friday, and Jed Geany, her producer, had promised that the station would air them again this morning. She uttered a fervent plea that he had not forgotten.

Twenty minutes later, as she studied the school reports of a seventeen-year-old patient, she heard the first of the promos. Now let's keep our fingers crossed that someone who knows something about the case is listening too, she thought.

Copyright © 1998 by Mary Higgins Clark

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From the Publisher
USA Today Mary Higgins Clark at her page-turning best....The pace is near panic.

Entertainment Weekly Mary Higgins Clark has nothing to fear...we "belong" to her....

San Francisco Chronicle The Queen...returns with another delicious hoot of a plot...and a nice surprise in You Belong To Me...Clark does show her mettle as a mystery writer....We find the pages turning with increasing speed.

Chicago Tribune You Belong To Me...Trust me, this well-known old song will take on a new meaning the next time you hear it...Clark is a virtuoso....

Booklist A riveting tale of one woman's quest for the truth. Clark is a smart, entertaining storyteller...her fans will request You Belong To Me in droves.

The Seattle Times Mary Higgins Clark is the doyenne of American suspense fiction, our answer to Britain's P. D. James....

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