Clark's crime-rattled characters have fought off pedophiles (Where Are the Children?), political assassins (Stillwatch), even desperate dress designers (While My Pretty One Sleeps). What could be more ominous?
Try being single in Manhattan.
Darcy Scott, child of one of the screen's most publicly celebrated, privately self-absorbed couples, is searching for the killer of her best friend. Worse: Darcy, who talked pal Erin into joining her as a romantic guinea pig in a TV probe of personal ads, feels responsible for the death.
The prospects for Darcy—who has foolishly offered herself up as a bait by tracing Erin's ad-answering path—grow increasingly grim when it becomes clear that there is a serial killer involved, one whose crimes go back more than a decade and whose creepy signature is putting a dancing slipper on his victim's right foot.
FBI investigator Vince D'Ambrosio watches carefully as Darcy steps out with an unsettling, pathetic lineup of lonely hearts, and author Clark offers a well-informed tour of New York City's singles haunts. The throat-clutching denouement is pure Clark—inevitable, horrible and, ultimately, irresistible. (Simon and Schuster, $21.95)