September 10, 2001 New York City
Allison Taylor has lived in Manhattan for three years now. That’s long enough to know that the odds are stacked against finding a taxi at the rainy tail end of rush hour—especially here, a stone’s throw from the Bryant Park tents in the midst of Fashion Week.
Yet she perches beneath a soggy umbrella on the curb at the corner of Forty-second and Fifth, searching the sea of oncoming yellow cabs, hoping to find an on-duty/unoccupied dome light.
But impossible? The word is overused, in her opinion. If she weren’t the kind of woman who stubbornly challenges anything others might deem impossible, then she wouldn’t be here in New York in the first place.
How many people back in her tiny Midwestern hometown told her it would be impossible for a girl like her to merely survive the big, cruel city, let alone succeed in the glamorous, cutthroat fashion publishing industry? A girl like her . . .
Impoverished, from a broken home with a suicidal drug addict for a mother. A girl who never had a chance—but took one anyway.
And just look at me now.
After putting herself through the Art Institute of Pittsburgh and working her way from an unpaid post college internship at Condé Nast on up through the editorial ranks at 7th Avenue magazine, Allison finally loves her life—cab shortages, rainy days, and all.
Sometimes, she allows herself to fantasize about going back to Centerfield to show them all how wrong they were. The neighbors, the teachers, the pursed-lipped church ladies, the mean girls at school and their meaner mothers—everyone who ever looked at her with scorn or even pity; everyone who ever whispered behind her back.
They didn’t understand about Mom—about how much she loved Allison, how hard she tried, when she wasn’t high, to be a good mother. Only the one girl Allison considered a true friend, her next-door neighbor Tammy Connolly, seemed to understand. She, too, had a single mom for whom the townspeople had disdain. Tammy’s mother was a brassy blonde whose skirts were too short, whose perfume was too strong, whose voice was too loud.
Tammy had her own cross to bear, as the church ladies would say. Everyone did. Mom was Allison’s— hers alone—and she dealt with it pretty much singlehandedly until the day it ceased to exist. But going back to Centerfield—even to have the last laugh—would mean facing memories. And who needs those?
“Memories are good for nothin’,” Mom used to say, after Allison’s father left them. “It’s better to just forget about all the things you can’t change.”
True—but Mom couldn’t seem to change what was happening to them in the present—or what the future might hold.
From the book NIGHTWATCHER by Wendy Corsi Staub. Copyright C 2012 by Wendy Corsi Staub. Reprinted by permission of Harper mass market, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.
Late at night on September 10th, 2001, Allison Taylor returns to her Manhattan apartment from a fashion industry party when she glimpses a man furtively leaving the building. The next day, America is shattered and what Allison saw is the last thing on her mind given that so many, including her neighbor, Mack, are desperate for word of their loved ones. But after she discovers the butchered body of her friend Kristina, and then another woman in her building turns up dead, it’s clear a serial killer is on the loose. And out of millions living in the newly terrorized city, Allison is the only one who can identify him…unless, that is, she becomes his next victim.
Wendy Corsi Staub’s Nightwatcher is a chilling masterpiece of suspense.
Hardcover Book : 384 pages
Publisher: Avon Books/Imprint of Harper Collins ( August 28, 2012 )
Item #: 13-611612
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.86inches
Product Weight: 14.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I enjoyed this book. I have read many of Wendy's books and loved them all.
Reviewer: Mary M
Reading the novel now.
Good story. Will read more books byo Wendy Corsi.
Wendy Corsi Staub never disappoints--I've read all of her novels and this one is another great suspenseful story. It keeps you guessing right up to the end. Can't wait to read the next two in this series.
"Nightwatcher" was the second Wendy Corsi Staub novel that I have read and I found that it kept my attention, was suspenseful and surprised me at the end. It also did not keep repeating the same phrases over and over again - which I find irritating. I look forward to reading more of her books if they are as good as this one.
Reviewer: Roberta M