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When Regan Reilly returned to the West Coast, where she began her career as a PI, she never imagined that her unsuccessful appearance on a game show seven years earlier would throw her trip totally off course!
REGAN REILLY is in Los Angeles with her husband, Jack, head of the NYPD Major Case Squad. After Jack finishes his meetings with the LAPD, the couple may head north to the wine country, or may head south to Baja. Their only plan is to see which way the wind blows.
The first day back, Regan goes shopping at an upscale new mall in West Hollywood. To her surprise, she runs into Zelda, a woman she’d become friendly with seven years before at a television studio in Burbank, when they were waiting to appear on the game show Puzzling Words. They haven’t seen each other since.
Zelda and Regan didn’t win much money, but Zelda made up for it! A year ago an elderly neighbor she barely knew left Zelda eight million dollars. She has been enjoying her newfound wealth but is aware of the need to give back. At a recent fundraiser, she bid on a week’s stay in an old Hollywood Hills estate and was the lucky winner. She’s currently in residence there and invites Regan to a party at the mansion.
While Jack attends a business dinner, Regan goes to Zelda’s by herself, unaware that she is being followed. Regan is more than surprised at the rundown condition of the house and grounds. People should be paid to stay here, she thinks.
Zelda introduces Regan to a colorful cast of characters, including her old neighbors, friends from her yoga class, a filmmaker, Zelda’s financial adviser, her bookkeeper, and her personal assistant. It’s all good fun. As the guests are leaving, Zelda asks Regan to stay for a cup of tea. They’ve barely sat down to chat when Zelda falls ill. A worried Regan doesn’t want to leave Zelda alone and decides to spend the night at the isolated, aging estate.
It’s not long before Zelda asks Regan to investigate people in her life, starting with her father’s new wife, Bobby Jo. The couple said “I do” in the back of a cab at a drive-through chapel in Las Vegas after only three months of togetherness.
Has Zelda’s windfall put her in danger? Regan is determined to find out, not knowing that she’s a target herself!
Praise for previous Regan Reilly Mysteries
MOBBED
“A fun, delightful, and entertaining tale.” —The Washington Times
WRECKED
“Another thrilling mystery . . . Unexpected plot twists and Clark’s trademark humor make Wrecked a perfect weekend read.” —The Daily Beast (Hot Read of the Week)
CURSED
“Carol’s mysteries use humor to propel the action. . . . Her sense of humor comes through on the page.” —The Houston Chronicle
ZAPPED
“Fast paced and very funny.” –The Irish Voice
CAROL HIGGINS CLARK is the New York Times bestselling author of fourteen previous Regan Reilly mysteries. She is coauthor, along with her mother, Mary Higgins Clark, of a bestselling holiday suspense series. Also an actress, Carol studied at the Beverly Hills Playhouse, has recorded several of her mother’s works as well as her own novels, and was recently seen in the TNT movie of the Clarks’ Christmas book Deck the Halls—the book in which Regan and Jack Reilly meet. A graduate of Mount Holyoke College, Carol lives in New York City and Los Angeles.
Visit her website at www.carolhigginsclark.com.
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Acknowledgments
My gratitude to the following people for the part they played in Regan Reilly’s latest adventure.
My editor, Roz Lippel, to whom this book is dedicated. As always, thanks for all your hard work, dedication, and support.
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My agent Esther Newberg.
I’d also like to thank my readers, some of whom I get to meet on book tours or in the course of everyday life. There’s nothing like finding myself in a discussion about what Regan and Jack should do next! It’s helpful and fun to hear your comments and suggestions. But every reader who welcomes the Reillys into their world plays a part in bringing them to life. For that I am truly grateful.
For Roz Lippel
My editor and friend
From Fleeced to Jinxed to Wrecked to Gypped
And all the others in between.
Working with you is the opposite of my titles!
Contents
Thursday, October 4th
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Friday, October 5th
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Cha
pter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Saturday, October 6th
Chapter 47
GYPPED
Thursday, October 4th
1
In a claustrophobic dressing room littered with straight pins, Regan Reilly was checking her reflection in the mirror. If there was anything she hated, it was shopping for jeans. With all the boot-cut, slim, straight, bell, stonewashed, low-rise, high-rise styles, and ever changing lengths, finding a pair that fit properly was a challenge. Harsh lighting didn’t exactly add to the joy of the occasion.
A deliberate pounding on the door was followed by a cheery, “It’s Turquoise. Any luck yet?”
Regan glanced at the pile of jeans she’d already rejected. “I think so,” she answered, trying to sound upbeat.
“What’s that? You need to speak up.”
Of course I do, Regan realized. “Yes, finally,” she called over the thumping music that filled the air.
“Awesome! Can I take a peek?”
Oy, Regan realized. This is the part of shopping I hate the most. She didn’t have to be psychic to predict the salesgirl’s reaction. Regan pulled open the door.
Turquoise, not her legal name, she’d informed Regan, although Regan might have guessed, had streaks of turquoise running through her wildly layered black hair. One small section looked as if she’d been to the barber for a close shave. Another section was cascading down to her waist. The black leather halter and low-rise jeans Turquoise was sporting brought to mind the expression, “And never the twain shall meet.” She quickly sized up Regan’s jeans. “They’re fab! Oh, I wish I were tall like you.”
“5'7" isn’t that tall,” Regan said with a smile.
“It is to me! If I didn’t wear these platform shoes,” Turquoise said, pointing to her indescribable footwear, “I’d disappear into the crowd.”
“Not a chance,” Regan answered.
Turquoise laughed and swayed back and forth to the thumping music. “I have one more pair that you have to try on.”
“That’s okay,” Regan began. “I think I’m done for the day.”
“No, wait! I’m so psyched. I thought we were out of this style but I found one last pair in the back and it’s your size! You’re going to love them.” Turquoise reverently unfolded the jeans in her hand and held them out. “Aren’t these cool?”
Regan stared. The jeans had holes in the knees the size of bread plates. Holes surrounded by fray. “I don’t think that’s what I’m looking for.”
Regan felt decidedly unhip. She was thirty-one years old but suddenly being around Turquoise made her feel at least a hundred.
“You never know until you try,” Turquoise said with a twinkle in her heavily made-up eyes.
“That’s true of a lot of things in life,” Regan said, “but I’ll take a pass.”
“No prob. Would you like to put your purchase on your Trendsetters credit card?”
“No, thanks,” Regan said quickly.
“Do you have a Trendsetters credit card?”
“No.”
“Would you like to apply for one today? You’ll get ten percent off.”
“No, really. But thanks. I’ll get changed and be right out.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you out front.”
Regan pulled off the jeans, started to lose her balance, and stepped on one of the straight pins that she had been carefully avoiding. “Ow,” she grumbled as she pressed her hand against the wall to steady herself. I’ve got to get out of here, she thought. She checked her foot to see if there was any blood before she slipped on the white pants that had felt chic before she set foot in the store. At the register, as Turquoise rang up the purchase, she asked for Regan’s e-mail address and phone number. “You’ll get advance word on Trendsetters sales!”
“I’d rather not.”
“Are you sure? You might miss out on some really super deals.”
It’s a risk, Regan thought, but a risk I’m willing to take. “I’m sure,” she replied as she signed the credit card receipt.
Turquoise folded the jeans and placed them in a plastic bag. The words “Come back soon,” had barely escaped her lips before she hurried off to greet an attractive, conservatively dressed woman in her fifties who had just come through the door.
Good luck, lady, Regan thought, as she escaped into the California sunshine and donned her sunglasses.
Regan walked along the upscale outdoor mall that was a welcome addition to the Los Angeles shopping scene. A large, modern timepiece towering over the fountain that was the centerpiece of the mall read October 4th, 4:05 P.M. The warm air and the softening of the afternoon light calmed her. And just being out of that dressing room was a relief! But Regan was ready to head back to the hotel.
Private investigator Regan Reilly had lived in Los Angeles when she met Jack Reilly, head of the NYPD Major Case Squad. The occasion? The kidnapping of Regan’s father, Luke, along with his driver. Regan and Jack had worked, along with his team, on getting them back safely. The two had been together ever since. People often laughed about how convenient it was they both had the same last name, then invariably added that they looked like they were made for each other.
Regan’s dark hair, blue eyes, and light skin were termed “Black Irish.” 6'2" Jack was sandy-haired, hazel-eyed, and what Regan termed “incredibly handsome.” They had an apartment in Tribeca—the triangle below Canal Street—in New York City. Her parents, Nora Regan Reilly, a well-known mystery writer, and Luke, owner of three funeral homes, lived in Summit, New Jersey, where Regan had grown up. Luke loved to take the credit for introducing them. “If I hadn’t been kidnapped, . . . ” he’d joke, his face beaming with pride. “Anything for my daughter.”
So much about my life has changed since I left L.A., Regan thought as she headed for the multistoried parking structure. It’s hard to believe I was living here not so long ago. It’s good to be back for a visit, especially since I’m with Jack.
They’d arrived late the night before on a last-minute trip. For the next few days Jack would be meeting with the LAPD, then they would take off in their rental car. Perhaps head north to wine country for the weekend. Perhaps south to Baja. See which way the wind blew, that was their plan.
Regan decided to stop for a moment and sit on a bench near the fountain and check her phone. The fountain that not only gushed water, but played music. Miracles will never cease, she thought as she reached in her purse. Jack had texted her. No surprise that I never heard my phone in that store. She read his message:
Looks like today’s meeting will run well into the evening. Giving you a heads-up so you can make dinner plans with one of your old pals. I love you. Jack.
Regan felt a stab of disappointment. I shouldn’t, she thought. His work is the reason we’re here. She put her cell phone back in her purse, stood up, and once again started toward the parking lot. A slender woman wearing a long skirt and peasant blouse was a few steps ahead of Regan, moving quickly, carrying several shopping bags in each hand. A small brown bag at the top of one of them fell to the ground. Regan scooped it up, caught up to the woman, and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me,” Regan said. “You just dropped this.”
The woman slowed down and turned to Regan. She was wearing large sunglasses. “Huh?”
“This just fell out of one of your bags.”
“Oh, thank you! That is so nice of you,” she said, putting her bags on the ground. “I’m rushing too much.” She took the bag from Regan, then tried to fit it in with her other purchases but there wasn’t
enough room. “Oh, my,” she mumbled.
“If you’re going to your car, I’ll help you,” Regan offered.
The woman shook her head vehemently as she continued to try and rearrange her bags. “Oh, no, that’s okay. I can handle it.”
She must be afraid I’m some kind of con artist, Regan thought with amusement. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not going to let your old game show friend help you out?” Regan teased.
“What?” The woman quickly glanced up at Regan.
“As I recall, we had a lot of laughs the few days we spent together at the television studio in Burbank waiting our chance to wow the world on Puzzling Words.”
The woman straightened up and screamed. “Regan?”
“Zelda!”
They hugged, then both took off their sunglasses. “I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you,” Zelda stammered as she pushed back her mane of brown curls. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. “I’m in such a hurry.”
“That’s okay. It must be about seven or eight years. You look great.”
“Thanks, you too! Neither of us won the big money but we both came so close!” Zelda cried. “And remember that horrible clue your celebrity gave you when you were playing for twenty grand?”
Regan laughed. “I’ll never forget it.”
“You were in detective school. We exchanged numbers but never got in touch.”
“I called you once,” Regan teased. “But I never heard back.”
“You’re right. My life was in such confusion. First I was so upset about not winning the money, then I thought too much time had passed to call you back.”
“It’s okay,” Regan said.
“Is that a wedding ring you’re wearing?”
“Yes. And I live in New York now. We’re out here for my husband’s work.”
“Wonderful! I’m still looking for the right guy. Maybe I’ll meet him before I turn forty. That gives me three months! But I’ve had a few good things happen in my life since I last saw you. . . .”
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