Zapped
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ALSO BY CAROL HIGGINS CLARK
Laced
Hitched
Burned
Popped
Jinxed
Fleeced
Twanged
Iced
Snagged
Decked
Santa Cruise
(with Mary Higgins Clark)
The Christmas Thief
(with Mary Higgins Clark)
He Sees You When You’re Sleeping
(with Mary Higgins Clark)
Deck the Halls
(with Mary Higgins Clark)

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Acknowledgments
S tarting a book is not unlike being thrown into a blackout. The following people helped me find my way through the dark!
First, I’d like to express my gratitude to my editor, Roz Lippel. As usual, Roz, it’s been wonderful working with you.
My agent, Esther Newberg.
My publicist, Lisl Cade.
Associate Director of Copyediting Gypsy da Silva, copyeditor Tony Newfield, and proofreaders Barbara Raynor and Steve Friedeman.
Art Director John Fulbrook III, photographer Glenn Jussen, and Glenn’s wife, Belle.
Scribner Publishing Manager Kara Watson.
A special thanks to Mike Clendenin and Katherine Boden from Con Edison who were so gracious in taking the time to talk to me about blackouts, and my friends Kevin and Alana Gallagher who put me in touch with them.
For my dear friends Michelene and Jack Toomey
With love
ZAPPED
July 14th, 9 P.M.
1
A burst of humid air greeted Lorraine Lily as she exited the baggage claim area at Kennedy Airport and headed to the taxi stand. The unbearably hot night did nothing to improve her mood. Her high heels were killing her feet and she was tired. When she finally made it to the front of the line, the next yellow cab pulled up quickly. The driver popped the trunk, got out, and eyed her one carry-on bag.
“That’s it?” he asked.
“They lost my luggage.”
“What a surprise,” he grunted. “Don’t worry. In this weather, all you need is a bathing suit. Hop in.”
In the back of the cab, Lorraine was grateful to find that at least the air-conditioning was functioning at a decent level. She pushed her auburn hair off her forehead and sighed. The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror.
“Where are you going?”
“Downtown Manhattan.” She gave him the address.