Piece of My Heart
By Mary Higgins Clark and Alafair Burke
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Television producer Laurie Moran and her fiancée, Alex Buckley, the former host of her investigative television show, are just days away from their mid-summer wedding, when things take a dark turn. Alex’s seven-year-old nephew, Johnny, vanishes from the beach, triggering a search party. Witnesses recall Johnny playing in the water and collecting shells behind the beach shack, but no one remembers seeing him in the afternoon. As the sun sets, Johnny’s skim board washes up to shore, and everyone realizes that he could be anywhere, even under the water.
A ticking clock, a sinister stalker, and a fresh romance combine in this exhilarating follow up to the bestselling You Don’t Own Me—another riveting page-turner from the “Queen of Suspense” Mary Higgins Clark and her dazzling partner-in-crime Alafair Burke.
Mary Higgins Clark
The #1 New York Times bestselling author Mary Higgins Clark wrote over forty suspense novels, four collections of short stories, a historical novel, a memoir, and two children’s books. With bestselling author Alafair Burke she wrote the Under Suspicion series including The Cinderella Murder, All Dressed in White, The Sleeping Beauty Killer, Every Breath You Take, You Don’t Own Me, and Piece of My Heart. With her daughter Carol Higgins Clark, she coauthored five suspense novels. More than one hundred million copies of her books are in print in the United States alone. Her books are international bestsellers.
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Readers find this title to be an excellent book with a rich cast of characters and fresh plots. The Under Suspicion Series is perfect for fans of mysteries and light suspense genres. The collaboration between the two authors makes the storytelling even better. Readers are eagerly awaiting the next installment.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I have enjoyed the Under Suspicion series and am glad to see it finish strong. This final book gives closure to the major life events of the consistent characters. While also solving the mystery of a missing child; a member of Alex Buckley’s family. There’s lots of characters and merging story lines that kept me attentive. This final book by Mary Higgins Clark is bittersweet. She generously dedicated it to her readers.
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Excellent book. ... If you have some great stories like this one, you can publish it on Novel Star, just your story to [email protected] or [email protected] - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book had me hooked, can't wait for the next book. If you have some great stories like this one, you can publish it on Novel Star, just submit your story to [email protected] or [email protected]
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I’m ready for the next installment Ms.’s Burke & Higgins! - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Really enjoyable mystery. I'm sad that it's the last we get to read of Mary Higgins Clark, but this is a good finish to a remarkable career.Laurie Moran is finally saying "I do". Her long awaited marriage to Alex Buckley is set to take place. However, before they can head off to wedded bliss, Alex's nephew goes missing. Unsure of what motive anyone would have for a kidnapping, Laurie has to piece together a bunch of clues in order to solve the case.Perfect beach/summer reading.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Piece of my Heart by Mary Higgins Clark and Alafair Burke is a 2021 Simon & Schuster publication. This last installment in the ‘Under Suspicion’ series is a very bittersweet conclusion to the series. It is time for the long- awaited nuptials for Laurie and Alex- but before they can exchange vows, Alex’s nephew goes missing. As the puzzle deepens, lives are put on hold, and a child’s life is at stake. Knowing this is the last book in the series make it a little special. It is different from the standpoint that Laurie’s show is not in the forefront, as in the past. However, a cold case is still inserted into the plot via an old case of Laurie’s father, which could be connected to the current day kidnapping. This is fast-paced installment that kept me on my toes. I never would have worked out whodunit or why, and fell right into the trap set for me. Although I hate to see the series conclude- having hoped Alafair Burke might consider taking reigns- I think the series ended on a high note. 4 stars
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Piece of My Heart - Mary Higgins Clark
Prologue
Five Years Ago
If I only could, I’d make a deal with God.
Roseanne Robinson heard that old song lyric playing at the back of her mind as she tried to do precisely that—make a deal with God. Please, I’ll be a better wife. I’ll be a better person. I’ll do good deeds every single day for the rest of my life. Anything if you spare my husband. Let me be with him again.
She raised her head from her ongoing prayers when she spotted a doctor in surgical scrubs emerge through the double doors into the hospital waiting room. She held her breath expectantly, but her hopes fell when he locked eyes with an older woman in the corner who had been wiping away intermittent tears since Roseanne arrived. A sorrowful wail followed only seconds later.
That poor woman, Roseanne thought. Please don’t let that be me.
Roseanne was only thirty-one years old but could not imagine life without her husband. They had started dating during college, and then remained serious while he launched his architectural career and she added accounts to her digital marketing agency’s growing roster of clients. He had bought the motorcycle three years earlier, two weeks after their second wedding anniversary.
That stupid motorcycle. That’s what brought us here.
She had made her disapproval clear. She even appealed to his older brother, Charlie, thinking a police officer would talk some sense into him. But instead, she had gotten a lecture from her brother-in-law about letting a man be happy.
Despite the risks, part of her had been relieved at the time by the purchase. For months, her husband had seemed distracted. Inattentive. Bored. She wondered if he disapproved of her decision to go back to the agency, if only part-time. She wondered if he enjoyed being a father. Worst of all, she wondered if maybe their marriage was fundamentally broken. But once he had that motorcycle, he seemed more like his usual happy, charming, and hilarious self. Apparently whatever early midlife crisis her husband had experienced had been fixed by a shiny new two-wheeled gadget. It could be worse, she had told herself.
But now here she was, waiting to hear how his surgery had gone.
The police officer who called her had reported the news with icy detachment. There had been an accident, he explained. A delivery truck had blown through a red light. The motorcyclist—her thrill-seeking husband—was unconscious, even though he had been wearing a helmet, as she had implored him to do, so many times.
She looked at her watch. 11:55 A.M. Bella would be out of preschool in five minutes. Their neighbor, Sarah, would be picking her up along with Sarah’s own daughter, Jenna. Bella would enjoy an afternoon playdate with her best friend, but at some point, she’d want to know where her mother and father were.
Please, God. How can I possibly explain to my daughter that Daddy won’t be coming home?
Another doctor emerged through the double doors—this time a woman, her hair still covered by a blue surgical cap. Roseanne Robinson?
she called out.
This was it. Her and Bella’s futures would turn on whatever news was about to be delivered. They’d either keep rolling down the path that was their current life, or find themselves on an entirely different route. Door Number One or Door Number Two.
She rose from her chair. I’m Roseanne Robinson.
Or Ro-Ro, as most of her friends called her. That nickname had been the primary reason she kept her maiden name when they married. If you live, my love, I’ll even change my last name, the way you always wanted me to.
Please, just tell me,
Roseanne pleaded. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact of a pronouncement that would change her life forever.
Your husband’s alive.
The hug that followed was automatic, a pure display of the gratitude Roseanne felt in that moment.
The doctor outlined the treatments that would follow—additional skin grafts, physical therapy, rehabilitation. As Roseanne absorbed every last piece of data and envisioned every single medical appointment, she could not stop thinking about how lucky she felt. Her family had been spared.
But as the weeks and months passed, reality would set in. The rehab. The recovery. The resentment. Life would not go on, at least not as they had once known it. Every day would bring another domino, toppling forward.
Then one day, five years later, she’d get a phone call to learn that all the dominoes that had fallen would end with a little boy named Johnny Buckley.
Wednesday, July 15
Day One
Chapter 1
Laurie Moran flinched at the sound of yet another horn honking, this time from the pickup truck behind them.
From the driver’s seat, Charlotte Pierce glanced in the rearview mirror and threw up a frustrated hand. I don’t know where he expects me to go.
Laurie held her breath momentarily while the delivery truck in front of them blasted out a dark cloud of exhaust.
It wasn’t even noon yet on a Wednesday, but the Long Island Expressway was at a standstill as city dwellers lined up in search of a beach respite from the sweltering streets of Manhattan. The two-hour drive to the Hamptons would be three for them today and creep up to a four- or five-hour commute by Friday evening.
Unfazed by the surrounding snarl, Charlotte sang along blissfully to the Janis Joplin song that was playing on the radio. Take another little piece of my heart now, baby—
She flashed a grin toward her passenger. Aaaah, the glamour of the LIE in mid-July.
Charlotte had bought this car—a new Mercedes convertible—only a month ago and was still reveling in the novelty of cruising with the top down. She wore big, dark, round sunglasses and had tucked her chin-length bob tightly behind her ears for the car ride. Laurie could see that behind the shades, Charlotte was looking past Laurie to the car in the right lane.
That guy next to us is checking you out, my friend. Poor dude doesn’t know that you’re about to be a married lady.
On instinct, Laurie turned her head. The driver of the SUV was in fact smiling in her direction. She quickly looked away.
Please, he’s staring at us because of this music. He knows we’ll need hearing aids by the time we reach our destination.
The comment only made Charlotte turn up the volume even more. "Take it!," she sang, swaying her shoulders with the music. The deep, satisfied laugh that followed was infectious, and when traffic began to move again, Laurie found herself smiling and singing along with her friend.
She had more than her fair share of reasons to celebrate. In four days, she would marry Alex Buckley, who had spent more than two years convincing her that he could be part of her busy life as a widow and working mother. After a small ceremony at the church for their families and closest friends, then a dinner reception at one of their favorite restaurants, they would head to Italy for a ten-day honeymoon. She had not only made room for Alex in her life; they were starting an even better life together.
It had been Charlotte who had talked Laurie out of the idea of a family honeymoon.
The private trip with Alex would be the first time she had ever been away from her ten-year-old son, Timmy, for more than a couple of nights. In lieu of the post-wedding family trip, though, she and Alex had planned a three-day stay on the east end of Long Island for their immediate families to celebrate Alex’s fortieth birthday in the days leading up to the actual wedding.
For the getaway, they had chosen the South Shore Resort & Spa in the Hamptons, right on the water. Joining Laurie, Alex, and Timmy would be Laurie’s father, Leo; Alex’s brother Andrew and his wife and three children; and of course Ramon, who insisted on calling himself Alex’s butler but was more like a surrogate uncle to them all by now. To help with the children, they had also invited Timmy’s favorite babysitter, Kara.
Laurie’s plan had been to leave the city early that morning with Alex, Timmy, and Ramon until the world decided to interfere. She was the producer of Under Suspicion, a news-based reality television show that reinvestigated cold cases. She had everything ready to start filming her next case special once she returned from Italy. Eight years earlier, a journalist named Jonathan Brown had simply vanished. According to Brown’s wife, Amy, he was meeting with an anonymous source about potential fraud at a pharmaceutical company. When police were unable to confirm the existence of any such meeting, public suspicion shifted toward Amy. Brown was never found, either dead or alive, and Amy was never charged.
After a year of trying to contact former employees of the pharmaceutical company, Laurie homed in on a researcher who was killed in a hit-and-run car accident only one week after Brown went missing. Even more intriguing, the researcher’s widow, Carrie, told Laurie that he had been anxious about something at work in the weeks before his death. When Laurie asked Carrie whether her husband had known a reporter named Jonathan Brown, Carrie had looked confused until Laurie reminded her that Brown was a reporter who had disappeared a week before her husband’s car accident.
Carrie’s face had gone white.
No,
she said. Or at least, I never thought so. But I remember him shaking like a leaf when a news report came on saying that this journalist had gone missing. I asked him why he was so upset, and he said something vague—like it was sad that someone with a family could just disappear.
Laurie was convinced that the dead researcher had been Brown’s anonymous source. She had been planning to use what Carrie and Amy knew about their husbands to pressure the pharmaceutical company to answer her other questions.
She felt a nudge on her left forearm. Hello? Earth to Laurie.
Traffic was moving again, and Charlotte turned down the radio so they could hear each other. You look worried. Why are you worried? You have all of the logistics for Alex’s birthday locked down like clockwork. The wedding and honeymoon, too. Your mind went back to work, didn’t it?
Indeed, it had. She had woken up that morning to find late-night emails from both Carrie and Amy, declaring a change of heart
(Carrie) and a panic attack
(Amy). Both of them, on the same night, had suddenly changed their minds about the investigation. Neither would be appearing on Under Suspicion.
Laurie had spent most of the morning trying to reach both women by every means possible. She had been planning to continue her efforts during the drive to the Hamptons, but just as Ramon was loading their bags into the trunk of the car, she received back-to-back emails again. This time, they were from two different lawyers, requesting that she cease all efforts to contact their respective clients, Carrie and Amy. Whether the women had been threatened or bribed, the implication was obvious. Someone had gotten to them. Laurie had no choice but to pull the plug on a production that was supposed to start as soon as she returned from her honeymoon.
At her insistence, everyone else headed to the beach while she delivered the bad news to her boss, Brett Young. Two hours later, she had gotten nowhere with him. He was insisting that she find another case in order to keep the show’s current airdate. The only turn of luck she’d had all morning was that Charlotte had a summer house in East Hampton and had been planning to drive out that evening anyway. Charlotte had used Laurie’s dilemma as an excuse to leave early.
You’ve done everything you can,
Charlotte assured her. You can’t bring two men back from the dead. You reported what you knew to the police, and that’s all you can do. And if their wives took a payoff from the pharmaceutical company, that’s on them. You can’t set yourself on fire trying to keep other people warm, Laurie.
Laurie knew her friend was right, but she still wanted to do more. Laurie’s first husband, Greg, had been shot in cold blood when Timmy was only three years old. She could not imagine any amount of money or intimidation that could have kept her from seeking answers about his death.
You’ll find another case,
Charlotte said. "You always do. But you’re getting married in four days, my friend. How are you feeling about that?"
Honestly?
Laurie leaned her head back against the passenger seat and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her skin. I almost feel guilty about how happy I am with Alex. Does anyone deserve to have this much joy in their lives? It’s like I’m sure the other shoe’s about to drop.
Charlotte scoffed. That’s my friend, Laurie ‘Gloom and Doom’ Moran. You don’t have to apologize for happiness. You’re going to have three glorious days on the beach with your family and Alex’s. And then Sunday, the two of you start a brand-new life together. You deserve to enjoy every second of it.
Laurie could imagine Greg telling her the same thing.
When they pulled into the parking lot, Laurie felt the stress of the office melt away. The South Shore Resort & Spa was bright and white and modern. It was also on the best beach in the Hamptons, almost all the way to Montauk. She smelled salt in the air and heard the roar of waves from the ocean and chirps from seagulls circling above. She spotted Alex and Timmy beside a green minivan at the front entrance to the hotel. Alex’s younger brother, Andrew, and his family had apparently arrived just moments earlier from Washington, D.C.
She watched as her son, Timmy, like a perfect young gentleman, opened the front passenger door for his future aunt, Marcy. Then the sliding back door opened, and seven-year-old Johnny jumped out and hugged Timmy as Uncle Andrew helped his four-year-old twin daughters from the van. Timmy had already begun calling Andrew’s three children his little cousins.
Charlotte tapped the horn of her convertible lightly with a short beep beep to announce their arrival. When Alex looked up, she saw that his nose already had a touch of color from the afternoon sun, and his dark hair was windblown. He broke out into a broad smile.
Charlotte feigned an enamored swoon. Look at your guy, Laurie. I’d say the feelings there are mutual.
Laurie returned his smile. Charlotte was right about Alex and the work that would be waiting for her in two weeks. Until then, she was going to focus on her family.
Amid the joyous greetings, no one noticed the white Chrysler that pulled into the resort parking lot as Charlotte drove away.
Chapter 2
From the back deck of the South Shore Resort, Marcy Buckley looked out at the ocean and took in a deep breath of salty air. It felt good to stand after spending more than seven hours in the minivan. They had left D.C. before dawn to try to make it to the Hamptons in time for lunch. God bless Johnny for his willingness to keep his twin sisters entertained, but she would leave this world a happy woman if she never heard another round of that Baby Shark
song again.
Now that they were at the hotel, Emily and Chloe had shifted whatever focus two four-year-olds could muster from their big brother to Alex’s fiancée, Laurie. Laurie had accompanied Marcy to take a quick look at the beach with the kids while Andrew and Alex handled the check-in process. The twins tugged at the linen of Laurie’s white wide-legged pants, eager to tell her the mystery story they had made up the previous night for her benefit, about a puppy who gets left home when the family goes on vacation. The girls had always been enthralled by their Uncle Alex, a well-known criminal defense attorney who was regularly in the news and on TV. When he had agreed to become the host of a series called Under Suspicion, oh, how they had begged to watch.
They were even more excited once they met Laurie, who explained that she also worked on the show, not to mention her NYPD-honcho father. Marcy knew it was normal for children to think other adults were more exciting than their boring old parents, but sometimes Marcy wanted to point out that she and Andrew weren’t exactly chopped liver. Andrew was a sought-after commercial litigator in D.C., and Marcy had been a successful actress for five years after she graduated from college in California. But to Johnny and the girls, she was always Mommy, and, after everything they had gone through to have a family, that was perfectly fine with Marcy.
While the girls were fawning over Laurie, Johnny was riveted by Laurie’s ten-year-old son, Timmy. Three years younger, Johnny had been referring to Timmy as his cool cousin
since the moment he had heard about the engagement. Now she watched as the two boys threw a Nerf football back and forth near the shoreline. Although they were about to become cousins by marriage, they could easily have passed as siblings. Like Laurie, Timmy and Johnny had straight honey-colored hair and fair skin, whereas she, Andrew, and the twins were all dark waves and olive tones. It made Marcy happy that Johnny would finally have some family members who looked more like him.
We want to play, too,
Chloe squealed. Emily looked up at Marcy with pleading dark brown eyes. The two of them had always charged ahead as a single unit, but of the twins it was easier to get Emily to calm down. Marcy scanned the beach, searching for ways her risk-taking girls could find danger. Most of the other people on the beach were couples, families, and groups. She noticed one woman alone in a billowing maxi dress, taking photographs of the water while smoking a cigarette. The only other person who appeared to be solo wore shorts, a T-shirt, and a light blue hat that reminded her of the one her mother used to wear on their boat.
She nodded her assent. Not too close to the water, though.
She noticed Laurie smile as the girls kicked off their sandals at the edge of the deck and ran toward the boys.
The twins are over the moon about being flower girls on Sunday,
Marcy said. They’ve been practicing their steps, but be warned: for all I know, Chloe will go running down the aisle screaming like a maniac with Emily not far behind.
And all of that would be just fine,
Laurie said. You know, it’s funny, I can’t believe I ever got them confused. They look completely different to me now that I know them.
That’s a sign you’re officially family now.
And Marcy meant it. She could see that Alex was serious about Laurie when he made a point of inviting them to New York to meet her. She was the first woman Alex had ever introduced to them who seemed to have other priorities besides landing one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. Over the past two years, it had become clear how much Laurie and Alex cared about each other.
Laurie!
Marcy turned to see a young woman—she looked like a teenager—behind them, heading to Laurie with her arms outstretched. Her long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail and she lugged a black backpack over her white sundress. Laurie gave the girl a warm hug.
You must be Mrs. Buckley.
The girl held out her hand for a quick shake.
Marcy,
she urged. And you must be the famous Kara. Your chocolate-chip pancakes are legendary.
Marcy knew that Kara was Timmy’s favorite babysitter and a mainstay at the Moran household until she had left for college last fall at SUNY Buffalo. Their introductions were interrupted by a sand-covered ten-year-old rushing to greet Kara. Before Marcy’s kids made it to the deck, Timmy was already telling Kara all about the new video game he wanted to play with her.
Mom,
Emily whined, "Jonathan isn’t throwing the ball to us."
Jonathan?
Laurie inquired. Since when?
Marcy chuckled. A new student in his school is named Bartholomew, and he insists on being called by his full name. Now all the kids think it’s cool to use proper names.
Small world,
Laurie replied. Just last week Timmy told me he thought ‘Timmy’ is a little kid’s name. At his request I sometimes call him ‘Timothy.’
I’m sure for both it’s a passing fad,
Marcy said.
They were interrupted by the sound of male voices emerging from the breezeway. It was Alex, Andrew, and Ramon. Andrew dangled a set of hotel key cards over his head.
We have the honeymoon suite,
he boasted. Courtesy of my big brother.
Crossed signals with the reservations desk,
Alex explained. My betrothed and I will be keeping everything on the up and up this week. The honeymoon suite was the only one big enough for your whole brood.
Lucky us,
Marcy said, accepting one of the keys.
So…
Marcy could tell that her husband was eager to say whatever would come next. How do you ladies feel about an afternoon of golf?
Seriously?
She gave a playful swat in his direction. I thought you were going to announce a spa day.
These are Alex’s last few hours of being in his thirties, and a little bird named Ramon told me golf was on the wish list.
Ramon placed a guilty palm over his heart. It’s my fault indeed. Leo won’t be here until close to dinner, so this would be the best time for the four of you to hit the links.
And what about you, Ramon?
Marcy asked. We don’t want to leave you out.
I have a hidden agenda of my own.
Top secret,
Timmy added with a sly smile.
Marcy already knew that Ramon had promised to find a way to take Timmy shopping alone so he could select a special present for Alex, separate from the gift Laurie had chosen for both of them.
Laurie looked to Marcy, assessing her opinion. I’m a terrible golfer, but Alex keeps telling me that we should play together like you and Andrew do.
Lunch at the clubhouse and then just nine holes,
Andrew promised.
Marcy would be leaving her three kids with a nineteen-year-old she had met only moments earlier. On the other hand, Laurie was understandably the most protective mother she knew, and Laurie trusted Kara implicitly. What could possibly go wrong in this ocean paradise? she asked herself.
Fore!
she said, acting out a full swing of the club.
The two couples entered the breezeway toward their rooms. As they walked—beneath the rim of a blue cotton hat, behind the darkened lenses of a pair of sunglasses—a stranger continued to watch the beach.
Chapter 3
Kara Sumner was having so much fun on the beach that she nearly forgot she was getting paid for the so-called work of helping to watch Timmy and his future cousins for a few days. She already knew that spending time with Timmy would be a piece of cake. She’d been babysitting him since she was in the ninth grade. But this trip involved three other, younger children she’d never met before, and Laurie had warned her that the twin girls could be spirited.
Now that she was here, she couldn’t believe she had ever worried. The kids were super-sweet and managed to keep one another entertained with little effort on her part.
The biggest challenge so far had been telling the girls apart. Kara was grateful that the parents hadn’t dressed them in matching swimming suits. Emily in yellow, Chloe in blue, she reminded herself. No problem.
To top it off, one of Kara’s high school friends, Ashley Carter, was at the beach with her family and had joined the fun.
At the twins’ request, they had just finished playing a practice round of Alex and Laurie’s Wedding.
All of the children were included in the ceremony. While Alex’s brother Andrew would serve as the traditional best man to the groom, Timmy would serve as best man
to the bride. Johnny would be the ring bearer, and Chloe and Emily were flower girls.
In the twins’ pretend rendition on the beach, Kara was the bride, Ashley the groom, and Ramon stood in for best man, while the kids all practiced their ceremony responsibilities. Emily had even retrieved plastic rings from the family’s hotel room for Johnny to practice carrying down the aisle and for Timmy and Ramon to hand to the bride
and groom.
Let’s try it again,
Emily pleaded. "Chloe walked too fast, and Johnny almost dropped the