Fleeced; A Regan Reilly Mystery

by Carol Higgins Clark

• ISBN13: 9780743205818
• ISBN10: 0743205812
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2001-10-23
• Publisher: Scribner

Summary

Regan Reilly is back. The smart, saucy sleuth featured in all of Carol Higgins Clark's bestselling novels was last seen in Deck the Halls, the holiday thriller Carol wrote with her mother, Mary Higgins Clark.

Now Regan is in New York t

Author Biography

Carol Higgins Clark is the author of four bestselling Regan Reilly mysteries and Deck the Halls, coauthored with her mother, Mary Higgins Clark. Also an actress, she has appeared in films, theater, and television series. She lives in New York City. Her Web site is www.carolhigginsclark.com

Excerpts

Chapter One Regan Reilly glanced out the window of the plane she'd been on for the last five hours, thrilled to finally spot the skyline of Manhattan. It's great to be back, she thought. This is where I belong. For a lot of reasons. Not the least of which was her new beau -- the head of the Major Case Squad in New York City -- one Jack Reilly, who thank God was no relation.A private investigator in Los Angeles, thirty-one-year-old Regan was planning to attend the crime convention that her mother, mystery writer Nora Regan Reilly, had organized with a handful of her fellow authors. Regan's father, Luke, the owner of three funeral homes in New Jersey, would be there too. It was at Christmastime, when her father had been kidnapped, that Regan had met Jack Reilly. They'd been involved in a coast-to-coast romance for three months."I'd do anything that would result in your happiness, Regan," Luke had joked -- more than once since he was safely home -- "even be kidnapped."Yes, Jack makes me happy, Regan mused as the wheels of the plane smoothly hit the pavement and the pilot taxied to the gate with no delays.At the baggage claim Regan was inordinately pleased that for once her suitcases were among the first to be spit down the chute. She hoisted them onto the cart she'd rented and hurried out to grab a cab. There was only one person on the taxi line. This is all so easy today, Regan thought. Too easy. Something's got to go wrong. But even though it was after five o'clock on a Thursday, her cab made great time getting into the city.As they passed the Plaza Hotel and headed across Central Park South, Regan smiled. Almost there, she thought. She'd be joining her parents at the convention's opening cocktail party and then for dinner. Jack had an awards ceremony he had to attend out on Long Island, but she'd see him tomorrow.Life was a regular bowl of cherries.At her parents' apartment, Regan felt the familiar sense of comfort that she always experienced when she walked through the door. She quickly showered, changed into a black dress, the nighttime uniform in the city, and hurried out. The cocktail party was still in full swing. Nora spotted Regan the minute she arrived, her maternal instinct on its usual red alert."Regan, you're here!" Nora exclaimed happily as she hurried over to greet her only child.Several hours later, Regan, Nora, and Luke were finishing a festive dinner at the Gramercy Tavern. All the tables were filled, and the bar was bustling."That was delicious," Regan said as she looked around the busy restaurant. "This is the perfect place to kick off the weekend. I don't get down to this neighborhood enough."Little did she know that, less than two blocks away, a crime was taking place. A crime that would bring her back to Gramercy Park much sooner than she expected. * * * Nat Pemrod sat at the antique desk in the living room of his splendid penthouse apartment and sighed happily. A few feet away, the door to his safe was open, and all its contents were spread out lovingly in front of him. With a hint of mist in his eyes, he gazed down at his deceased wife, Wendy's, engagement and wedding rings; the pearls he had given her on their first anniversary; the silly little ring they'd gotten out of a Cracker Jack box that Wendy had always treasured even more than her real jewelry. All the bracelets and earrings and necklaces and pins he had bought her over the years were here. Each and every bauble and trinket, cheap or expensive, held a special memory.Nat had been a jeweler for fifty years. A few days ago, he and his buddy and fellow jeweler Ben had decided to donate the proceeds from the sale of four precious diamonds they'd owned secretly for almost half a century to their ailing Settlers' Club in honor of its one hundredth anniversary.They'd both been "Settlers" since their early thirties, and Nat had been in residence at the club fo