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A Cry in the Night - Mary Higgins Clark

I'd heard a lot about Mary Higgins Clark , but never read her.
so when I chanced upon one recently , I just bought it.
"A Cry in the Night " - took me back to my sidney sheleon reading days though. Did i like it ? I dont know . I didnt dislike it though. But the fact of the matter is , I finished it in a night.
Started and there was no stopping.
Jenny , a single parent , struggling to make ends meet with two kids to raise and an ex-husband who keeps asking her money , is swept off her feet when she meets Erich - a perfect man, a darling with her children , someone who loves her passionately. Within no time she leaves everything , marries him and moves into his bungalow in a ranch with her children. She slowly begins to discover Erich's unusual attachment to his mother(Erich marries Jenny since Jenny looks like his mother Caroline). Things take a sharp turn when Jenny's ex-husband Ken who comes to visit her is murdered. All fingers are pointed at her. She also hears from others that they'd seen her walking around in the night. As things become unbearable , she plans to escape from the ranch. That very day , her husband takes the children away and threatens her. She discovers that the real murderer is Erich.
sheesh ! I made a mess of this story :(
am sleepy .. really

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