What was Kate Connelly—a tall, glamorous CPA—doing in her family’s antique furniture museum when it exploded into flames in the middle of the night? Why was Gus, a disgruntled retired employee, with her? Now Gus is dead, and Kate lies in a coma, unable to explain the tragedy’s mysterious link to a decades-old missing persons case. Nor to warn her sister what could happen next.
In a novel of dazzling suspense and excitement, Mary Higgins Clark once again demonstrates the mastery of her craft that has made her books international bestsellers for years. She presents the reader with a perplexing mystery, a puzzling question of identity, and a fascinating cast of characters—one of whom may just be a ruthless killer.
"Clark follows a complicated family mystery in this familiar story of
individuals caught up in past misdeeds and present tragedies."
"Clark produces another winner….She rivets the reader’s attention while
tying…multiple plots together in a plausible manner. Her many fans will
want to add Daddy’s Gone A Hunting to their trophy shelves.”
“A flawless storyteller.”
“Clark, known rightly as the
Queen of Suspense, performs her usual magic.”
“Fans will bite their nails to the quick.”
“Intense . . . the action hurtles to a
“Mary Higgins Clark has penned yet another mystery that will
keep her at the top of the suspense writers list for a very long time….Daddy’s
Gone A Hunting will chill readers….This one is not to be
“Teeming with tantalizing twists,
Clark’s crackling tale of identity theft, revenge, and murder is a tempting and
“The cast of characters is large,
and each member is distinctly drawn in the way that only Mary Higgins Clark can
create ‘real’ people on the page.”
“The mistress of high tension.”
grande dame of American thriller writing.”
say that Agatha Christie was the Grand Dame of Mystery. If that’s true, then
Mary Higgins Clark must be the Marquise, because this book is a royal treat. .
. . The Lost Years is truly a
unexpected plot twists, interesting characters, and a crisp narrative, Mary
Higgins Clark once again spins literary magic.”