On the Street Where you Live by Mary Higgins Clark Page B

discovery of Martha Lawrence’s body, of course. Emily winced as she heard her own name on the news, and that “The new owner of the property where Martha Lawrence’s remainswere found is the great-great-grandniece of another young woman who mysteriously disappeared over one hundred years ago.”
    She snapped off the radio as her cell phone rang. It’s going to be Mom, she thought. Hugh and Beth Graham, her father and mother, both pediatricians, had been at a medical seminar in California. She knew they had been due back in Chicago the night before.
    Her mother had not been comfortable with the idea of her buying the house in Spring Lake. She’s not going to like what I have to tell her, Emily thought. But there’s no way I can avoid it.
    Dr. Beth Graham was clearly distressed at what had occurred. “Good God, Em, I remember as a child hearing the story of Madeline and how her mother had lived her whole life still hoping that one day Madeline would walk through the door. You mean to say that another young girl in Spring Lake was missing and her remains were found on the property?”
    She did not give Emily a chance to answer before continuing. “I’m so sorry for her family, but for the love of heaven the one thing I hoped was that you’d at least be safe there. After that stalker was arrested, I breathed easy for the first time in a year.”
    Emily could picture her mother in her office, standing small but ramrod straight at her desk, her pretty face creased with worry. She shouldn’t be worrying about me, she thought. I’m sure right now the waiting room is filled with babies.
    Her parents shared a medical practice. Though intheir early sixties, neither one of them even considered retirement. Growing up, her mother had often told her and her brothers, “If you want to be happy for a year, win the lottery. If you want to be happy for life, love what you do.”
    Her mother and father loved every one of their little patients.
    â€œMom, look at it this way. At least the Lawrence family will have closure, and there’s no reason to worry about me.”
    â€œl suppose not,” her mother admitted reluctantly. “There’s no chance they’d let that stalker out, is there?”
    â€œNot a chance,” Emily said heartily. “Now go take care of your babies. Give my love to Dad.”
    When she pushed the OFF button of the cell phone it was with the quiet resolve that there was no way her parents were going to hear about the copycat stalker. She also was glad she had made the decision to report the snapshot pushed under the door to the Spring Lake police, just in case her parents ever did get to hear of it.
    She had dressed in jeans and a sweater. As much as possible, she wanted this day to go ahead as she had planned. The Kiernans had taken the furniture from the small bedroom next to the master suite, and that space would make a perfect office. Her desk and files and bookcases were in it now. She needed to set up her computer and fax and unpack the books. The phone company was coming this morning to install new telephone lines, one of which would be computer dedicated.
    She wanted to place family pictures throughout the house. As she twisted her hair into a knot and caught it up with a comb, Emily thought of the pictures she had weeded out before the move to the Manhattan apartment.
    All the pictures with Gary were gone.
    Also all the college pictures with Barb in them. Her best friend. Her best buddy. Emily and Barbara. Where you find one, you find the other.
    Uh-huh, Emily thought as the familiar stab of pure pain shot through her. Meet my ex-husband. Meet my used-to-be best friend.
    I wonder if they’re still seeing each other? I always knew Barb had a yen for Gary, but I never dreamed it was reciprocated.
    After three years there was no question. The residual pain was caused by the enormity of the betrayal, although on the personal