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Title:
The melody lingers on : a novel
Author:
Clark, Mary Higgins, author.
Edition:
Unabridged.
Publication Information:
[New York] : Simon & Schuster Audio, 2015.
Physical Description:
6 audio discs (420 min.) : digital, CD audio ; 4 3/4 in.
Summary:
"As the sole assistant to a famous upscale interior designer, Lane Harmon, mother to five-year-old Katie, is accustomed to visiting opulent homes around the tri-state area. A born optimist, Lane finds the glimpse into these gilded worlds fascinating, and loves the reward of exceeding the expectations of their often-demanding owners. When she is called to assist in redecorating a modest townhouse in Bergen County, she knows the job is unusual. Then she learns the home belongs to the wife of a notorious and disgraced financier named Parker Bennett. Parker Bennett has been missing for two years. He dropped out of sight just before it was discovered that the $5 billion dollars in the fund he had been managing had vanished. Bennett had gone out on his sailboat in the Caribbean. Was it suicide or had he staged his disappearance? The scandal around his name has not died down. His clients and the federal government all want to trace the money and find Bennett if he is still alive. Lane is surprised to find herself moved by Mrs. Bennett's calm dignity and apparently sincere belief in her husband's innocence. Gradually, Lane finds herself drawn to Mark, the Bennetts' son, who is similarly determined to prove that his father is not guilty. Lane doesn't know that the closer she gets to the Bennetts, the more she puts her life--and her daughter's life--in jeopardy" --
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Title from web page.

Compact disc.
Language:
English
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ISBN:
9781442376311
Format :
Audiobook on CD

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Summary

From #1 New York Times bestselling "Queen of Suspense" comes a thrilling novel about missing billions, a disgraced financier, and those determined to learn the truth at any cost...

As the sole assistant to a famous upscale interior designer, Lane Harmon, mother to five-year-old Katie, is accustomed to visiting opulent homes around the tri-state area. A born optimist, Lane finds the glimpse into these gilded worlds fascinating, and loves the reward of exceeding the expectations of their often-demanding owners. When she is called to assist in redecorating a modest townhouse in Bergen County, she knows the job is unusual. Then she learns the home belongs to the wife of a notorious and disgraced financier named Parker Bennett.

Parker Bennett has been missing for two years. He dropped out of sight just before it was discovered that the $5 billion dollars in the fund he had been managing had vanished. Bennett had gone out on his sailboat in the Caribbean. Was it suicide or had he staged his disappearance? The scandal around his name has not died down. His clients and the federal government all want to trace the money and find Bennett if he is still alive.

Lane is surprised to find herself moved by Mrs. Bennett's calm dignity and apparently sincere belief in her husband's innocence. Gradually, Lane finds herself drawn to Eric, the Bennetts' son, who is similarly determined to prove that his father is not guilty. Lane doesn't know that the closer she gets to the Bennetts, the more she puts her life―and her daughter's life―in jeopardy.

With the hair-raising storytelling skill that has made her America's "Queen of Suspense," Mary Higgins Clark combines a headline-making financial scandal and a breathtaking tale of deception and betrayal into one of her finest novels.


Author Notes

Mary Higgins Clark was born in the Bronx, New York on December 24, 1927. After graduating from high school and before she got married, she worked as a secretary, a copy editor, and an airline stewardess. She supplemented the family's income by writing short stories. After her husband died in 1964, leaving her with five children, she worked for many years writing four-minute radio scripts before turning to novels. Her debut novel, Aspire to the Heavens, which is a fictionalized account of the life of George Washington, did not sell well. She decided to focus on writing mystery/suspense novels and in 1975 Where Are the Children? was published. She received a B.A. in philosophy from Fordham University in 1979.

Her other works include While My Pretty One Sleeps, Let Me Call You Sweetheart, Moonlight Becomes You, Pretend You Don't See Her, No Place Like Home, The Lost Years, The Melody Lingers On, and As Time Goes By. She is also the co-author, with her daughter Carol Higgins Clark, of several holiday crossover books including Deck the Halls, He Sees You When You're Sleeping, Santa Cruise, and The Christmas Thief. She writes the Under Suspicion series with Alafair Burke. She received numerous honors including the Grand Prix de Literature of France in 1980), the Horatio Alger Award in 1997, the Gold Medal of Honor from the American-Irish Historical Society, the Spirit of Achievement Award from Albert Einstein College of Medicine of Yeshiva University the first Reader's Digest Author of the Year Award 2002 and the Christopher Life Achievement Award in 2003. Many of her titles have made the best sellers list. In 2017 her title, All By Myself, Alone made the New York Times Best Seller List

(Bowker Author Biography) Mary Higgins Clark has written nineteen novels & three short story collections since 1975. She has served as president of the Mystery Writers of America & lives in Saddle River, New Jersey.

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Booklist Review

After cheating his clients out of billions of dollars in a Ponzi scheme, Parker Bennett disappears from his sailboat, and his body is never found. His wife, Anne, and son, Eric, are still under suspicion, but no one can prove their involvement in the crime. When Anne is forced to sell her mansion and its contents to pay restitution to Parker's victims, acerbic interior decorator Glady Harper, decorator to the wealthy, and her assistant, Lane Harmon, agree to help Anne decorate her new townhouse with what little money is left. However, the FBI thinks Parker is still alive and that Eric helped his father embezzle the money, and they are continuing their investigation. Meanwhile, Lane, believing Eric is innocent, becomes involved with him, driving a further wedge between her and her stepfather, who despises Eric. Fans will enjoy this quintessential Clark novel, with its fast pacing, sympathetic main character, soft-edged suspense, short chapters, multiple plotlines, many points of view, and inside look at the lives of the rich and famous.--O'Brien, Sue Copyright 2015 Booklist


Publisher's Weekly Review

MWA Grand Master Clark (I've Got You Under My Skin) offers no major surprises in this enjoyable novel of romantic suspense spun around a lyric from an Irving Berlin song. When hedge fund billionaire Parker Bennett disappears from his sailboat, he leaves behind a great many fleeced investors, as well as wife Anne Bennett and grown son Eric, who are both bereft and suspect. When Anne is forced to give up their Greenwich, Conn., mansion and move into a condominium in New Jersey, she hires Manhattan-based interior designer Glady Harper to decorate the condo. Glady introduces her assistant, Elaine "Lane" Harmon, to likable Anne and handsome Eric. Meanwhile, two FBI agents try to find the missing Parker and prove Eric's complicity in his father's crime. Lane begins to fall for Eric and believes in his innocence enough to refuse to help the FBI. Clark keeps readers wondering about Parker's intentions and Eric's involvement, and how much both may cost Lane, as her tale drifts to an end. (June) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Excerpts

Excerpts

The Melody Lingers On 1 Thirty-year-old Elaine Marsha Harmon walked briskly from her apartment on East Thirty-Second Street in Manhattan to her job as an assistant interior decorator fifteen blocks away in the Flatiron Building at Twenty-Third Street and Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. Her coat was warm but she had not worn gloves. There was a distinct chill this early November morning. She had twisted her long auburn hair and fastened it at the back of her head. Now only wisps of it blew around her face. Tall, like her father, and slender, like her mother, she had realized after graduating from college that the life of a teacher was not the way for her to go. Instead, she enrolled in the Fashion Institute of Technology and after receiving a degree had been hired by Glady Harper, the doyenne of interior decorating among the wealthy and the socially ambitious. Elaine always joked that she had been named after her paternal great-aunt, a childless widow who was considered extremely well-to-do. The problem was that Auntie Elaine Marsha, an animal lover, had left most of her money to various animal shelters and very little to her relatives. As Lane explained it, "Elaine is a very nice name and so is Marsha, but I never felt like Elaine Marsha." As a child she had unintentionally solved that problem by mispronouncing her name as "Lane," and it had stuck. For some reason she was thinking about that as she walked from Second Avenue to Fifth and then down to Twenty-Third Street. I feel good, she thought. I love being here, right now, at this moment, in this place. I love New York. I don't think I could ever live anyplace else. At least I wouldn't want to. But she probably would decide to move to the suburbs soon. Katie would start kindergarten next September, and the private schools in Manhattan were too pricey for her. That reflection brought a familiar stab of pain. Oh, Ken, she thought. If only you had lived. Pushing back the memory, she opened the door of the Flatiron Building and took the elevator to the fourth floor. Although it was only twenty of nine, Glady Harper was already there, as she had expected. The other employees, the receptionist and the bookkeeper, usually arrived by two minutes of nine. Glady did not forgive lateness. Lane stopped at the door of Glady's private office. "Hi, Glady." Glady looked up. As usual her steel-gray hair looked as though she had not taken the trouble to brush it. Her wiry figure was clothed in a black sweater and slacks. Lane knew that Glady had a closet full of exactly the same outfits and that her passion for color and texture and design was reserved exclusively for the interiors of homes and offices. Sixty years old, divorced for twenty years, she was called "Glady" by her friends and employees. One of her fabric suppliers had joked "glad-she's-not" would have been a more appropriate nickname, a remark that cost him a lucrative contract. Glady did not waste time on greeting her. "Come in, Lane," she said. "I want to talk something over with you." What did I do wrong? Lane asked herself as, following the command, she walked into the office and settled in one of the antique Windsor chairs in front of Glady's desk. "I've had a request from a new client, or maybe I should say an old client, and I'm not sure if I want to get involved." Lane raised her eyebrows. "Glady, you always say that if you sense a client is going to be difficult, the job isn't worth it." Not that you're not difficult, she added silently. The first thing Glady did when she took on a client was to go through the home with a cart and ruthlessly get rid of any object she considered to be junk. "This one is different," Glady said, troubled. "Ten years ago, I did the interior design on a mansion in Greenwich when Parker Bennett bought it." "Parker Bennett!" Lane thought of the headlines about the fund manager who had cheated his clients out of billions of dollars. He had disappeared from his sailboat just before the theft was discovered. It was believed he had committed suicide, even though his body had never been found. "Well, it's not quite him I'm talking about," Glady said. "The Bennetts' son, Eric, called me. The government has clawed back every penny it can from whatever Parker Bennett had. Now the house is being sold. What's left in there has no real value and they're going to let Bennett's wife, Anne, take out enough to furnish a condominium. Eric said his mother is absolutely indifferent to everything and he'd like me to do it for him." "Can he afford to pay you?" "He was very up-front. He said he had read that the biggest commission I ever received was from his father's 'spare no expense' instructions to me. He's asking me to do it gratis." "And will you?" "What would you do, Lane?" Lane hesitated, then decided not to be ambivalent. "I've seen pictures of that poor woman, Anne Bennett. She looks at least twenty years older than she did in the society columns before the fraud was discovered. If I were you, I'd do it." Harper pressed her lips together and looked up at the ceiling. It was a typical reaction when she was concentrating, whether it was over the exact shade of the fringe on a drapery or a decision like this. "I think you're right," she said. "And it certainly won't take too long to put together enough furniture for a condominium. I understand that it's in a town house development in Montclair, New Jersey. That's not that far from the George Washington Bridge, maybe forty minutes in all. At least there won't be too much travel time." She ripped off a page from the pad and pushed it across the desk to Lane. "Here is Eric Bennett's phone number. I gather some small investment adviser gave him a behind-the-scenes job. He had been doing very well at Morgan Stanley, but he resigned after they found out what Daddy Dearest had been up to. Make an appointment with him." Lane carried the page to her own office, sat behind her desk, and began to dial the number on it. A firm, modulated voice answered on the first ring. "Eric Bennett," he said. Excerpted from The Melody Lingers On by Mary Higgins Clark All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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