Zapped (Regan Reilly Series #11)

Zapped (Regan Reilly Series #11)

by Carol Higgins Clark

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ISBN-13: 9781416562191
Publisher: Scribner
Publication date: 04/08/2008
Series: Regan Reilly Series , #11
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 106,004
File size: 316 KB

About 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 suspense 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


New York, New York

Place of Birth:

New York, New York


B.A., Mount Holyoke College, 1978

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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. But the thought of losing the apartment..."

"You had no right."

"I had every right. The loft was mine. It says so very clearly in the prenuptial agreement you signed two years ago." Conrad laughed mirthlessly. "That was when I believed you loved me for me instead of my money."

"I did love you..." Lorraine protested. "I mean I DO love you."

"Serves me right for letting my head be turned by a beautiful woman more than twenty years younger. Anyway, time to move on. I'll sell the house -- the love nest we were going to be so happy in for the rest of our lives -- and you'll get half."

Lorraine felt physically ill. "Who did you sell the loft to?" she sputtered.

"Our next-door neighbor Jack Reilly and his new wife, Regan. When they returned from their honeymoon three months ago, I made them an offer they couldn't refuse. They're already in the process of combining the two apartments. I'm sure they'll find a lot more happiness within those walls than we ever did. Although I suspect you might have experienced more happiness there than I ever knew about."

"That's not true!" Lorraine cried. "I only went there to rehearse scenes with my acting partners or have an occasional yoga session. I needed that apartment for my creativity and my alone time."

"I understand they have wonderful rehearsal space for rent at Carnegie Hall. Tonight you can come up here and stay in the guest room, or you can check into a hotel -- your decision. You'll be hearing from my lawyer."

He hung up.

Lorraine's head was reeling. Jack Reilly was a cop. His wife was an investigator. If they discovered the safe she had installed behind the built-in cabinet in the closet, her life would be ruined. I have to get in there again and soon, she thought frantically. But how? She dug through her bag for her address book. She would call the young actor she'd rehearsed with in the loft not long before she left the States. Lorraine knew he needed money. She could tell he was the type who would help her if the price was right. Riffling through the pages, she located his number and began to dial.

Regan and Jack Reilly were driving south on Manhattan's West Side Highway, returning home from a three-day weekend on Cape Cod with Jack's family. It had been his father's birthday, and the clan had gathered to celebrate.

"We're almost there," Jack said with relief. "I thought coming back on a Monday, we'd beat some of the traffic. I wish we could have stayed longer, especially with this heat..."

"Me, too," Regan agreed. "But if the contractor actually shows up tomorrow, it'll be worth sweating it out. He swore to me he'd be there. We'll see."

"You're not sorry we got into all this are you?"

"Not at all. I love having a shopping cart full of contractor's supplies parked outside our bedroom." Regan smiled. "For years I've listened to my mother lament about how she and my father should have bought the apartment next door to theirs when it went up for sale. We got that chance and had to take it. When this renovation is finished, we'll have a home we'll never want to leave...if by then we haven't gone crazy."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Let's hope not." Five minutes later he was turning onto their block. "How about if I drop you off with the bags and then go get us some Chinese food? I also want to swing by the office and pick up a report."

"Sounds good. I'll open a bottle of wine and set the table on that new rooftop terrace of ours. It might not be in the best condition yet, but there should be at least a slight breeze coming off the Hudson."

They unloaded the car and placed the bags on a luggage cart. Regan brought the cart up to the loft Jack had purchased a couple of years before they met.

Inside the apartment, Regan turned on all the lights. The smell of plywood and sawdust filled the air. She wandered down the hallway to their "new" apartment and smiled.

What a mess, she thought as she looked at all the cans and nails and wood and debris. Hard to believe that this is really going to turn into something beautiful. I'd better open the door to the terrace and get some air in here, she thought. She walked to the corner of the spacious living/dining room and started up the spiral staircase toward the roof. She stopped for a moment. What was that noise she heard?

Nothing, she decided.

Regan tightened her grip on the railing and glanced out the window at the neighboring buildings. Feeling reassured by the familiar view she started up again. On the top step, she reached for the handle of the metal door that led to the terrace, then froze in place.

All of the lights had gone out.

Regan was standing alone in the pitch dark.

New York City had just been hit by a blackout.

Copyright © 2008 by Carol Higgins Clark

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harstan More than 1 year ago
After spending a delightful weekend at the Cape, NYPD Major Case Squad Chief Detective Jack Reilly and his wife private investigator Regan return to Manhattan. Jack stops for some Chinese take-out while Regan enters their partially renovated apartment where she finds a stun gun on the floor. Obviously someone broke and entered leaving behind evidence. However, a blackout engulfs the city leaving Reilly in the dark. Lorraine Lily is cursing her estrange husband for selling the pad to the Reillys without informing her while she was performing in London. She had a safe built that she needs to open before the Reillys find it or watch her career die.------------------- Not too long afterward Jack is in Soho investigating a theft of valuable sculptures from an art gallery. Meanwhile their friend Kit calls frantically as she says she was with deranged Georgina at a comedy club when the woman vanished just as the blackout occurred they know Georgina hates and hurts blond men.. Regan gathers a group to find them before her date is branded. Ironically the person who broke into her apartment and left the stun gun behind helps on the search------------------- The chance meter is stratospheric as a series of coincidences especially the final spin stacks the deck. However, fans will not care as Regan works the B&E, Jack the art theft, and together the Georgina branding in a fast-paced suspense crime thriller in which Manhattanites think nothing of a blackout in July as this is somewhat the norm.--------------- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Zapped is an excellent edition to the cozy mysteries written by Carol Higgins Clark. The book is set during a blackout in New York and you feel almost as if you are there with them. It's great how she can write about the different character's stories and how they all relate to each other and tie together. I especially enjoyed the part of how the stolen items were recovered. And it was great how there was the one hotel that opened early so that people could stay there and enjoy the "state of the art generator" that was working so that at least a few people didn't have to be out in the heat and they could ride the elevators during the blackout. Wouldn't it be nice if all apartment buildings and hotels had generators like that for during blackouts, ice storms, etc.? Carol's books are always cozy, amusing mysteries and I find myself laughing several times during the books. Her books are cozies, not like the sometimes scary suspense her mother, Mary Higgins Clark, writes. Carol's books are for those who prefer cozies. Any adult who likes cozies can read these and understand them. That's often what mysteries are about, cozy or otherwise, different characters whose lives all tie together somehow. Even regular adult fiction is like that. I look forward to Cursed and many more books by Carol.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was looking for a mystery but yet something light...and this was the perfect choice! It was the first Jack/Regan book I have read...and it did not matter that I had not read the others. The story was interesting and it was kind of fun to see how people kept intertwining with each other. For a change of pace, read this one!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story deals with Regan and Jack returning from their honeymoon and redecorating their apartment. I liked the story, but as a cozy mystery, not as a suspense, as there was little suspense to this story.
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RJohnson More than 1 year ago
This is one of my favorites for the Regan Reilly Series. I so enjoyed it. All the different stuff going on during the black out.
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I would recommend this book due to easy to follow yet having suspense and keeping my interest.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I stopped reading Carol Higgins Clark years ago but this book sounded good enough to try again. Really disappointed. The book is not written for an adult, it is written for an immature reader. The plot was flimsy and there were a number of large holes in it, especially for somebody who lived through the 2003 blackout in NYC. Buy it for your 12 year old daughter but don't bother with it otherwise. If you want a good mystery, get one of the "In Death" books by J.D. Robb.
Zena_Zee More than 1 year ago
The story is quirky with all of the characters interacting and relating in unexpected ways. Ms Higgins is always an entertaining read.
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SassySD More than 1 year ago
I love Carol Higgins Clark Regan Reilly series.
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