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You Belong To Me (English Edition) [Format Kindle]

Mary Higgins Clark
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Much like the real-life Dr. Laura Schlessinger, Dr. Susan Chandler, the star of You Belong to Me, is a clinical psychologist who hosts a call-in radio show. She's bright, sharp-tongued, and even has "shoulder-length dark blonde hair." Fortunately for Dr. Laura, the similarities end there. During an episode of Ask Dr. Susan, Chandler unwittingly gets herself tangled in the web of a dangerous serial killer. It begins innocently enough when Chandler invites Dr. Donald Richards, a criminologist/psychiatrist/author to talk about his book, Vanishing Women and the plight of lonely women who are preyed upon by calculating killers. Chandler is particularly interested in the disappearance of woman named Regina Clausen, a high-profile investment advisor who vanished on a luxury cruise. Chandler feels indebted to Clausen--an investing tip she offered on CNBC turned a modest birthday check into a "bonanza"--so the good doctor uses her radio forum to help crack the case. Sure enough, during the last moments of the show, a nervous, married woman who goes by the name "Karen" calls in with invaluable clues. Apparently, she was almost a victim and can identify the murderer, but is frightened to come forward because of an insanely jealous husband. As Dr. Susan pursues her timid witness and digs deeper into the case, she realizes a hair too late that she is also one of the hunted. The fast-moving story line and easily digestible plot of You Belong to Me is vintage Mary Higgins Clark. --Rebekah Warren


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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  • Format : Format Kindle
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  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 388 pages
  • Pagination - ISBN de l'édition imprimée de référence : 0671004549
  • Editeur : Simon & Schuster; Édition : Reprint (25 mai 2000)
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  • Langue : Anglais
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Née et élevée à New York, Mary Higgins Clark, d'origine irlandaise, revendique l'influence sur son écriture de cet héritage culturel : "Les Irlandais sont des conteurs-nés" rappelle-t-elle souvent. Et pourtant, rien ne prédestinait Mary Higgins Clark à devenir écrivain. Elle a dix ans quand son père meurt d'une attaque, laissant sa femme très démunie pour élever la petite Mary et ses deux fils. Malgré de brillantes études, Mary, à la sortie du lycée, s'inscrit dans un cours de secrétariat pour trouver du travail le plus rapidement possible, afin d'aider sa famille. Pendant trois ans, elle travaille dans une agence de publicité. Une envie de voyages la pousse à s'engager comme hôtesse de l'air à la Pan Am. Elle y restera un an avant d'épouser Warren Clark, qu'elle connaît depuis l'âge de seize ans. Peu après son mariage, elle commence à écrire des nouvelles qu'elle envoie aux journaux. Les refus sont nombreux mais Mary s'obstine et, en 1956, Extension Magazine publie enfin une de ses nouvelles. En 1964, Warren Clark meurt brusquement la laissant seule avec cinq enfants. Mary retrouve du travail et écrit des scripts pour la radio. Son premier livre publié, une biographie de George Washington, ne sera pas un succès? "Le livre était déjà en solde avant même d'être sorti de chez l'imprimeur ! " commente-t-elle non sans humour. Elle décide alors d'écrire un suspense. Ce sera La Maison du guet (Where are the children) qui devient immédiatement un best-seller. Le succès accompagnera tous ses livres par la suite. En France, les éditions Albin Michel publient en 1979 La Nuit du Renard donnant par la même occasion le coup d'envoi à la collection Spécial Suspense qui compte à ce jour 19 des 21 livres écrits par Mary Higgins Clark. Après ses premiers succès, Mary Higgins Clark qui s'était beaucoup consacrée à l'éducation de ses enfants, décide de rattraper le temps perdu : elle entre à l'Université de Fordham au Lincoln Center et passe un diplôme de philosophie. Elle a par ailleurs présidé en 1988 l'International Crime Congress, à New York. En 1987, elle était présidente du Mystery Writers of America dont elle a été un membre actif pendant de nombreuses années. La reine du suspense est l'auteur féminin du genre qui vend le plus de livres aux Etats-Unis : plus de 50 millions en "hard cover". Ses romans sont des best-sellers dans le monde entier, en France notamment avec plus de 20 millions d'exemplaires vendus. Mary Higgins Clark a reçu en 1980 le Grand Prix de Littérature policière pour La Nuit du renard et en 1998 le Prix du Festival du film de Deauville. En 1999, un sondage paru dans Le Monde la donnait en seconde position des auteurs les plus lus par les jeunes de 18 ans.

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Un Mary-Higgins-Clark qui tient ses promesses 1 avril 2008
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Même si l'on parvient à deviner l'identité du tueur bien avant la fin, on ne peut pas lâcher ce polar : on a hâte de savoir comment l'héroïne va démasquer le tueur, et comment elle va lui échapper à ce moment-là.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 suspense garanti 5 juin 2014
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toujours très bien écrit, et dans ce livre où l'on a l'impression d'avoir démasqué le coupable assez rapidement, ou un deuxième qui serait peut-être le même, et bien Mary Higgins Clark brouille les pistes à merveille jusqu'au bout.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 You Belong to Me 4 décembre 2000
Par Rebekah George - Publié sur
Mary Higgens Clark is one of my favorite authors. She writes suspensful and page turning novels. "You Belong to Me" is one of the most entertaining books I have ever read. Her style of writing is original and intense with excitement. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys books that are so riveting, it's difficult to put down. The story's main character is Susan Chandler, a psychologist with her own radio show. She uses the radio show to look into a case of a missing woman, Regina Clausen. Regina disappeared on a cruise ship and was never seen again, but in her possessions was found a ring with "You belong to me" engraved on it. A woman, who calls herself Karen, calls into the show and states that she has a similar ring and a picture of the man who gave it to her. The killer hears her and is enraged that his identity might be revealed. He follows Karen, whose real name is Carolyn Wells, to the post office and pushes her in front of a speeding van. The killer is so obsessed with protecting his privacy, he kills three more people who might have had information leading to his identity. Meanwhile, Susan is dating a wealty man named Alex Wright, and another psychologist, Don Richards. Susan likes both men, but is really interested in Alex Wright. She continues to uncover more clues about the killer and is starting to understand the connection between the recent deaths and the killer's habits. She is at her desk one night going through pictures she accured when the killer suprises her and attempts to kill her. To find out who the cold-hearted killer is, read "You Belong to Me". There is nothing I would change about Mary Higgens Clark's book. I applaud her ways in keeping the reader continually guessing the identity of the killer. The unexpected ending will bewilder you. I look forward to reading her next book and encourage everyone to read her splendid book, "You Belong to Me".
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1.0 étoiles sur 5 MHC - Please buy yourself an editor! 20 juillet 1999
Par Happy Scherer - Publié sur
I don't expect great fiction or amazing plots from MHC, but this was beyond preposterous. First of all, why is a lawyer turned psychologist - who by the way doesn't demonstrate one ounce of professional sense as either - running around investigating murders with the COOPERATION of several police departments? Why is she constantly, on the air, inviting individuals with evidence, to expose themselves publicly, making them targets? Why does she show no remorse when everyone gets killed? Her psychiatrist cohort violates the rules of confidentiality without a pause - telling our heroine who he treated privately - what is that all about? The cliches abound, the characters are absurd and one-dimensional, and any decent editor would have prodded MHC about all of these basic improbabilities. Yes, MHC writes trite, formula, suspense novels but at least in the past, they might have been a smidgeon believeable. This one is beyond absurd. Either this author is so rich that noone dares to help her edit her books, or the reading public is so stupid that they are willing to go along with something this ludicrous. Give me a break!
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Entertaining but could have been better 8 avril 1999
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This book is vintage Mary Higgins Clark in that it has a fast-moving plotline that makes for effortless reading. What I have trouble with, however, is that the ending seems a bit rushed and that the so-called heroine never had an inklinhg of who the killer was until he came knocking on her door. Also, in trying to set up everyone as a suspect, most of the characters were underdeveloped and the whole book in general less involved than her earlier works. It seems to me that lately, the queen of suspense seems to have found a formula that worked and decided to stick with it. As a result, her previous three novels have been so similar in style and presentation that they were simply, well, forgettable. The fact that I was able to guess accurately who the killer is the moment he was introduced in all three books was another reason why I have stopped buying her books. For those of you who's looking for good/entertaining read, I strongly suggest that you try some of her earlier works such as "A Cry in the Night," "A Cradle Will Fall," and "I'll Be Seeing You." You'll definitely get more out of your money that way.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 I Just Couldn't Put It Down 18 décembre 2001
Par Tracey A. Nettell - Publié sur
The 5 stars are not given because this is a great piece of literature - it doesn't pretend to be. They are awarded because I simply could not put this thriller down. It grabbed me from the first chapter and other activities I should have been doing simply had to take a back seat while I immersed myself in the book. Susan Chandler, however innocently through her radio talk show, begins to uncover the trail of a serial killer who preys on lonely women across the four corners of the globe. The book has lots of great characters, lots of plot twists and keeps you rivetted until the very end. There are several characters who could be the killer - but you will have to go there yourself to find out just who it is!
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 "Oh, Win!" Oh, Please! 18 août 2002
Par F. Schultz - Publié sur
I haven't read a book of Mary Higgin's Clark for awhile, and now I remember why I haven't. It seems that every female character from book to book is the same. This book is merely a cardboard cut out from another book. It was simple to see who was the killer. The only reason I kept on reading was to see what the killer's motivation would be. Some of the characters seemed so dim. "Oh, Win!" Oh, Please!
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