The Lottery Winner by Clark Mary Higgins

Author:Clark, Mary Higgins [Clark, Mary Higgins]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Suspense, thriller, Adult, Crime, Anthologies
ISBN: 9780743206266
Amazon: 0743206266
Goodreads: 7055786
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books
Published: 1994-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

The Lottery Winner

Alvirah. Come at once. I need you desperately!”

Alvirah’s eyes snapped open. In a split second she emerged from a comfortable dream in which she was at a state dinner at the White House to the reality of being awakened at three in the morning by a pealing telephone, followed by the panicky voice of Baroness Min von Schreiber.

“Min, what’s wrong?” she cried.

Willy grunted awake beside her. “Honey, what’s the matter?” he mumbled.

Alvirah laid a soothing hand across his lips. “Sshhh.” Then she repeated, “Min, what’s wrong?”

Min’s tragic groan rushed across the continent from the Cypress Point Spa in Pebble Beach, California, to the luxury apartment on Central Park South. “We are going to be ruined. There is a jewel thief among the guests. Mrs. Hayward’s diamonds have disappeared from the wall safe in her cottage.”

“Saints preserve us,” Alvirah said. “What is Scott doing about it?” Scott Alshorne, the sheriff of Monterey County, had befriended Alvirah when she helped solve a murder at the spa a few years earlier.

“Oh, dear me, it’s so complicated. We cannot call Scott,” Min said, her voice uneven. “Nadine Hayward is hysterical. She doesn’t dare admit to her husband that the insurance lapsed on the diamonds. She persuaded him to give the handling of their personal insurance policies to her son by her first marriage so he’d get the commission, and he gambled the premium check away. The insurance company would be responsible because her son was their agent, but then he would be prosecuted, and she can’t bring herself to file a claim and have him sent to prison. So she has some wild idea of having paste copies made of the diamonds to fool her husband.”

By now Alvirah was fully awake. “Having paste copies worked in The Necklace’ by de Maupassant. I wonder if Mrs. Hayward has read it.”

“De MOWpassant, not de MOPpassant,” Min corrected. Then she sighed heavily. “Alvirah, it is ridiculous to let anyone get away with stealing four million dollars’ worth of jewelry. We can’t just ignore this. Another theft could occur. You must rush here. I need you. You must take charge of identifying the culprit. As my guest, of course. And bring Willy. He could use the exercise classes. I shall assign him a personal trainer.”

* * *

Fifteen hours later the limousine carrying Willy and Alvirah passed the Pebble Beach Club, then the estates lining Shore Drive. It rounded the bend, passing the tree that gave the Cypress Point Spa its name. Driving through the ornate iron gates of the spa, the car wound its way toward the main house, a rambling three-story ivory stucco mansion with pale blue shutters. Even though she was exhausted, Alvirah’s eyes were snapping with anticipation.

“I love this place,” she told Willy. “I hope Min gave us Tranquility. It’s my favorite cottage. I remember the first time I came here. It was right after we won the lottery, and the prospect of spending a week hobnobbing with all the celebrities made me think I’d died and gone to heaven.

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