Chapter 1
The horror of what she had found replayed in her mind as it had been doing incessantly. Her father was slumped across his desk, his head and shoulders bloodied. Her mother, soaked in blood, was cowering in the closet near the desk, clutching her father’s pistol. Mom saw me and started moaning, “So much noise . . . so much blood . . . ”
Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com