The Alpine Vengeance (Emma Lord Series #22)

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Nestled in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, the charming hamlet of Alpine is preparing for Thanksgiving, while Emma Lord, editor and publisher of The Alpine Advocate, feels her spirits sink. There will be no family or friends to share the day, but a call from Sheriff Milo Dodge on the Monday after the holiday weekend leaves her no time to wallow. Three alarming letters, sent to the sheriff from an anonymous writer, assert that the murder conviction of Alpine resident Larry Petersen ten years earlier was ...

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Overview

Nestled in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, the charming hamlet of Alpine is preparing for Thanksgiving, while Emma Lord, editor and publisher of The Alpine Advocate, feels her spirits sink. There will be no family or friends to share the day, but a call from Sheriff Milo Dodge on the Monday after the holiday weekend leaves her no time to wallow. Three alarming letters, sent to the sheriff from an anonymous writer, assert that the murder conviction of Alpine resident Larry Petersen ten years earlier was the result of a wrongful arrest. Adding to the miscarriage of justice, Petersen recently died behind bars. Then a fourth letter arrives, threatening retribution in the form of another death—most likely Emma’s or Milo’s. Mary Daheim’s new Emma Lord novel is a rich and authentic blend of small-town life and chilling menace.

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Praise for Mary Daheim and her Emma Lord mysteries
 
“Always entertaining.”—The Seattle Times
 
“Mary Daheim writes with wit, wisdom, and a big heart. I love her books.”—Carolyn Hart
 
“Daheim writes . . . with dry wit, a butter-smooth style, and obvious wicked enjoyment.”—The Oregonian
 
“The characters are great, and the plots always attention-getting.”—King Features Syndicate
 
“Even the most seasoned mystery fans are caught off-guard by [Daheim’s] clever plot twists.”—BookLoons Reviews
 
“Witty one-liners and amusing characterizations.”—Publishers Weekly

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Set in 2004, Daheim's meandering 22nd Emma Lord mystery (after 2009's The Alpine Uproar) finds the editor/publisher of The Alpine Advocate in Alpine, Wash., revisiting an old crime to solve some new ones, including maple tree poaching and the shooting of an old friend, eccentric and reclusive artist Craig Laurentis. Meanwhile, Sheriff Milo Dodge, Emma's crusty current lover, has been receiving anonymous letters suggesting the innocence of Larry Petersen, convicted 10 years earlier of killing his sister, Laura, over control of the local bank, a case recorded in 1995's The Alpine Fury. Larry dies of heart failure while in prison, but the disturbing letters continue. Emma wonders if any of Larry's family members, including his ditzy daughter, Denise, an Advocate employee, can help exonerate him. While the investigation drags in places, the unexpected conclusion is sure to please series fans. (Apr.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345502582
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/22/2011
  • Series: Emma Lord Series , #22
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 389,612
  • Product dimensions: 6.86 (w) x 4.26 (h) x 0.92 (d)

Meet the Author

Mary Richardson Daheim started spinning stories before she could spell. Daheim has been a journalist, an editor, a public relations consultant, and a freelance writer, but fiction was always her medium of choice. In 1982 she launched a career that is now distinguished by more than fifty novels. In 2000, she won the Literary Achievement Award from the Pacific Northwest Writers Association. In October 2008 she was inducted into the University of Washington’s Communications Hall of Fame. Daheim lives in her hometown of Seattle and is a direct descendant of former residents of the real Alpine when it existed in the early part of the twentieth century.

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CHAPTER ONE

My teenage daughter is pregnunt by a marred man who used to be my husband but isn't her father (far as I know) and she wants to keep the baby, but I got four other kids (besides her) so we'll be too crowded with only two bedrooms and one bathroom (outside) and the roof leeks'--that's L-E-E-K-S. 'I told my daughter to get a job and move out, but she don't feel good and can't work. I can't ether because my back hurts too bad and my boyfriend was layed off last week. My mama can't help out, because she's got the emfasima and my dad left town ten years ago with my second husband. What should I do? Oh--I need your recipe for how to pickel'--that's P-I-C-K-E-L--'a herring. Xmas is coming.' "

My House & Home editor whipped off her glasses and began rubbing her eyes until they squeaked. "Oooh! Why did I ever think it was a good idea to write an advice column? Why don't people have sense? Why didn't I do cooking hints instead?"

"You do that already with syndicated filler," I reminded Vida Runkel, tactfully omitting that she knew far more about human behavior than she did about cooking. "I think you've handled the first two weeks of letters very well. How about telling whoever this is that they should talk to their clergyman? If they have one."

Vida put her glasses back on and cradled her chin in her hands. "That's so pat, Emma."

"Do you know who it is?"

"It's signed, 'Stumpied,' " Vida replied, fingering the two sheets of lined notebook paper. "I don't know if she meant 'stumped' or 'stupid,' but the latter word is more apt." She studied the handwritten letter and the envelope. "The postmark is Alpine, but offhand, I'm not sure who wrote this." She scowled and tossed the missive onto her desk. "Almost everyone in town has indoor plumbing, so I assume it's someone in the county. It's aggravating not to know the sender. I usually do."

Vida wasn't bragging. As a native, she is the resident Source of All Things Alpine, including the rest of Skykomish County. Vida can practically count all the hairs on each head in our mountainous part of the world. Upon rare occasion, she doesn't recognize a newcomer or--God forbid--someone else who has slipped under her radar.

My ad manager, Leo Walsh, wasn't in, so I sat on the edge of his desk, which is next to Vida's. "What are you going to tell Ms. Pickled?" I asked, expecting a typical no-nonsense, no-holds-barred response.

But Vida looked uncomfortable, one hand fiddling with the big bow on her green-and-white-striped blouse. She didn't reply immediately, and when she did, the words came in a whisper: "Where's Amanda? I can't see her behind the desk in the reception area."

"She's probably in the back shop, delivering Kip's mail and the first batch of classifieds for this week's edition."

Vida nodded once. "After Amanda finally settled down, she's done a good job filling in for Ginny. I hate to see her go, but of course the post office needs her."

The mention of Amanda Hanson's temporary stint as our office manager touched upon the matter at hand. It also rubbed at a raw wound in Vida's heart. "Okay," I said quietly, in case Amanda suddenly reappeared, "I assume you're alluding to a suggestion that Ms. Pickled Herring's grandchild should be put up for adoption?"

"Yes." Vida straightened her wide shoulders. "This nitwit who wrote the letter doesn't mention how far along her daughter is. If Amanda and Walt's plan to take in Holly Gross's children drags on through all the red tape involved with a mother who is in prison, it might be better for the Hansons to step in and pay for this silly teenager's medical care."

"Good point," I agreed, but was loath to say more since the youngest of Holly's three kids had been fathered by Vida's grandson Roger. In the past six weeks since their drug-dealing mother had been arrested for shooting her partner in crime, any discussion of the baby's fate was off-limits. But a day never went by that I didn't want to ask Vida if her daughter Amy and son-in-law Ted had made any decisions regarding their grandson. I didn't dare, for fear of embarrassing Vida any further. While my House & Home editor might divulge the most intimate secrets of anyone within her purview, Vida's own problems were tucked securely under her innumerable and often outlandish hats. "One of us could talk to Amanda. I know she and Walt are getting frustrated."

"I'll do it," Vida volunteered. "We don't have much time in terms of publishing this letter in my column for Wednesday's edition."

"Right," I said, glancing at Leo's desk calendar. It was Monday, November 29. Thanksgiving was past, Christmas was less than a month away, and we'd had a few snow flurries at Alpine's almost three-thousand-foot level. I scooted off the desk as our sole reporter, Mitch Laskey, entered the office.

"You should've warned me," Mitch said, though I wasn't sure if he was addressing Vida or me--or both. "Never interview Fuzzy Baugh on a Monday morning. He kept dozing off in his mayoral chair."

"Fuzzy is no spring chicken," Vida declared. "He dozes off frequently, including at city council meetings. Surely you heard he literally put himself to sleep yesterday morning when he gave witness at the Baptist church."

Mitch grinned. "Is that why he has a bandage on his forehead?"

"Yes," Vida said in disapproval. "He hit his head on the pulpit. I haven't figured out if it's a two-inch news story or an item for my 'Scene Around Town' column. It's time for Fuzzy to retire."

"Hunh," Mitch said, settling his lanky frame behind his desk across from Leo's. "I thought he was elected for life."

"It's an item for 'Scene,' " I said, in one of my gentle reminders that I was The Alpine Advocate's editor and publisher. Vida wasn't the only one who needed an occasional refresher course in the paper's pecking order. Her tenure went back some forty years, and many an Alpiner assumed she was the Advocate.

"Perhaps so," she allowed. "I need four more items. Put on your thinking caps, please."

As often happens, my grasp on power shifted once again. Smiling wryly, I headed for the cubbyhole that was my office. The phone rang just as I sat down.

"Emma?" a wan voice said at the other end.

"Yes, Ginny?"

"I've been thinking," my longtime office manager said, "and after talking it over with Rick, I don't think I should come back to work so soon. I mean, I know my maternity leave ends as of Friday, and Amanda is supposed to fill in at the post office for the holiday rush, but with the new baby and Christmas and everything else, I'm way too tired. After New Year's, I should feel stronger. Is that okay?"

I told myself I should've seen this coming. Ginny had stopped in at the office only a couple of times since the Erlandsons had their third son in October. Looking back, I realized I hadn't seen her since we'd run into each other at the Grocery Basket the first week of November.

"Amanda plans to quit tomorrow," I said. "The post office needs her starting December first. In fact, they need her now. We figured we could cope on our own for three days, but it's a little late in the game to find somebody to fill in for the whole month of December."

"Oh--you're mad at me," Ginny said in that glum, put-upon voice I knew so well. "I don't blame you, but I'm really tapped. You've no idea what it's like to cope with three boys when you're not feeling good. Rick's great, but now that he's the bank manager, he can't take over as much, especially this time of year."

Although I'd had only one boy, his father had been absent for the first couple of decades, and I'd managed to soldier on. There was, however, the daunting prospect of insisting that Ginny come back to work ASAP, and then having her bitch, pout, and sulk all the way through December. Even during the other eleven months of the year, merry was not a word I'd think of in connection with our efficient but often cheerless office manager.

I tossed the ball back to her. "Who would you suggest as a replacement?"

"I've already thought about it," Ginny said, sounding almost cheerful--or at least not morose. "Denise Petersen. I mean, Denise Jensen. She kept her married name after the divorce."

"I thought she'd gone back to work at the bank," I said.

"She did," Ginny replied, "but she never liked her teller's job, and because her grandfather owns the Bank of Alpine, she felt she had to work there. Denise isn't all that great with numbers and she can't stand on her feet all day. She has really bad arches. She only went back because she needs the money after splitting up with Greg."

I held my head with the hand that wasn't holding the phone. "I don't want to sound unsympathetic, Ginny, but you should've given me more notice. You're putting us in a real bind."

There was a pause before she spoke again. "I thought you always told me family came first. Was I so wrong?"

"That's not fair," I said, wondering why I felt defensive. "Look," I said, seeing Sheriff Milo Dodge lope into the newsroom, "please give this a little more thought. Maybe we can work out something part-time."

"Ohhh . . . that's complicated." Ginny sounded as if the concept overwhelmed her. "Before, it was all I could do to get Rick's sister to take the kids full-time at the day care. I don't think Donna would go for anything else. She's already giving us a family discount."

"At least," I said, watching Milo loom over Vida's desk, "think about it overnight. As for Denise, I honestly don't know how she'd fit in. I hate to sound uncharitable, but she's never struck me as . . ." I paused, noting that Mitch had joined Vida and the sheriff. "Sorry. I got distracted. Does Rick really think Denise could handle your job? He's worked closely with her," I went on, realizing that Milo's usually laconic demeanor seemed to have succumbed to aggravation. "If Rick has any doubts, maybe he can suggest someone else."

"If he had," Ginny huffed, "he'd have mentioned it. Denise has matured in the past few years. She's been through a lot. Greg hung out most of the time with his buddies and their stupid band. He was totally selfish about . . ."

Leo Walsh had entered the newsroom, greeting the sheriff with an amiable "Good morning." Milo turned abruptly and glared at Leo. My ad manager stopped midway between the door and Vida's desk. "Guess it's not so good," I heard Leo say.

I hadn't, however, heard what Ginny was saying about Denise or Greg or anyone else. In fact, I cut her off. "I've got to go, Ginny. There's a crisis brewing. It's Monday--as you may recall, the day before deadline. Talk to you later." I hung up and hurried into the newsroom.

"Whoa!" I shouted, interrupting whatever Milo was saying to the rest of my staff. "What's up with you?"

The sheriff towered over me by more than his usual thirteen-inch advantage--not including his regulation trooper's hat. His chilly hazel eyes veered in Vida's direction before he answered the question. "I don't want to hear about anybody else's problems with letters. I've got my own, goddamnit, and I'm not in the mood for bullshit."

"I can see that," I said with a straight face. "Do you want to grab a cup of coffee and tell me about it, or would you rather stand here and implode?"

Milo looked in the direction of the coffeemaker and the pastry tray. "Are those the cinnamon rolls with pecans?"

Leo, who had made the morning run to the Upper Crust Bakery, made a little bow. "Half with, half without. Better hurry. Mitch already ate two of them."

Mitch chuckled. "I thought I put my name on all six."

"You could scarf those down and it'd never show," Leo said. "What's your secret, Laskey?"

"Born skinny," Mitch replied, waiting for the sheriff to make a move on our goodies stash. "Just plain dumb luck."

"Luck's luck," Leo said, pressing a hand against his slight paunch. "Too wide, too short. Bad combination."

The sheriff ignored the banter, but he went to the table, grabbed a pecan roll, and poured himself a mug of coffee. I returned to my office. "What now?" I asked as Milo settled into one of my two visitors' chairs.

"Here." He reached inside his jacket and took out three letter-sized envelopes. "See for yourself. Don't worry about fingerprints. There are too damned many to ID any one person."

The three white envelopes were all addressed by hand to Milo at his office. The postmarks were from Alpine, dated November 22, 23, and 26. There was no return address. The stamps were from the U.S. Postal Service's Cloudscape series. "Interesting," I murmured, carefully taking out the first single sheet of paper.

"What?" Milo asked impatiently.

"Most people use the plain stamps. Adam used to collect . . ." I stopped. The plain white sheet of paper had a brief printed message that had been applied with Scotch tape: "HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF. DIDN'T YOU LEARN FROM YOUR LAST MISTAKE?"

Milo had lighted a cigarette. "Well?"

"That's cryptic," I said. "What mistake?"

"Who knows?" He shrugged. "Where's the damned ashtray?"

"Oh." I opened the drawer where I kept the ashtray for smokers like Milo and Leo. "Here."

The sheriff put the cigarette down and took a big bite from his pecan roll. I read the second message, also typed and affixed to the page with Scotch tape. "WELL? HAVE I GOT YOUR ATTENTION?"

I grimaced. "This is weird, but it doesn't say much."

Milo wiped a crumb off his long chin. "Keep going."

The third message jolted me. "LARRY PETERSEN IS INNOCENT. SHOULDN'T YOU BE LOOKING FOR LINDA'S KILLER?"

I stared at the sheriff. "This is about the murder of Linda Petersen Lindahl ten years ago?"

"That what it says." Milo looked grim. "What makes it really weird is that Sam Heppner got an FYI call this morning from the state penitentiary in Walla Walla. Larry died of a heart attack Saturday around seven a.m."

I was stunned. "Are you sure the information was genuine?"

"Oh, yeah. I called the warden to confirm Larry's death."

"Does the family know?"

"What family?" Milo looked disgusted. "Larry's wife, JoAnne, moved away after he got arrested for killing his sister, Linda. Marv and Cathleen Petersen retired to Arizona, and the last I heard from Aunt Thelma, Marv had Alzheimer's."

I'd almost forgotten the family connection between the sheriff and the Petersens. Milo's aunt had married Elmer Petersen. Unlike his older brother, Marv, Elmer hadn't followed their late father and Bank of Alpine founder into the business. Instead, Elmer and Thelma had owned a modest farm until they sold the property and moved into the local retirement home.

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  • Posted March 12, 2011

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    This is an exhilarating mystery

    Ten years ago, Larry Petersen was convicted for the murder of his sister Laura in a bank dispute (see The Alpine Fury). However, someone insists Larry is innocent and has sent anonymous letters claiming someone else provided a deathbed confession to Alpine, Washington Sheriff Milo Dodge and Alpine Advocate editor Emma Lord. Emma asks her House & Home editor, Vida Runkel if the confessor's name means anything to her, but the Cascade Mountain town gossip queen says no.

    Although Larry dies in prison from congestive heart failure just after insisting to his son he did not kill his sister, the anonymous author continues to send letters demanding justice be served. As Emma and Milo discuss the letters, poachers are raiding maples in the forests and someone kills artist Carl Laurentis just after he delivered a work to an art gallery.

    This is an exhilarating mystery that has Milo and Emma hopping between The Alpine Fury (published in 1995) cold case and a new homicide during Thanksgiving in the Cascade foothills. The story line is action-packed, but the personal stuff will slow down new readers unfamiliar with the light switch relationship between the sheriff and the editor. However, long term fans will relish the whodunit ties between entries twenty two and six, and the personal references to the pasts of the lead characters.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2014

    I love this series of stories.

    I love the way she paints the landscape, I can see the little town, the crooked, icy river, the mountain roads so clearly. The people are drawn so individually with palpable feeling; you can live the anger, the hurt and devastation, the happiness and the devotion to each other. I truly loved these books and can hardly wait for the last in this series. It makes me sad to see it coming to an end. I feel I know these people and I will miss them.. Of. Course, I can always start over, can't I?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2012

    good as ever

    The Emma Lord series is one I enjoy a lot. This book was as good as ever. The only complaint I have is how long it is between books. Hope the next one is out more quickly.

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