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A new series from award-winning author Beth Groundwater

The Arkansas River, heart and soul of Salida, Colorado, fuels the small town’s economy and thrums in the blood of river ranger Mandy Tanner. When a whitewater rafting accident occurs, she deftly executes a rescue, but a man dies anyway. Turns out, it wasn’t the rapids that killed him—he was murdered. Tom King was a rich land developer with bitter business rivals, who cheated on his wife, ...

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Overview

A new series from award-winning author Beth Groundwater

The Arkansas River, heart and soul of Salida, Colorado, fuels the small town’s economy and thrums in the blood of river ranger Mandy Tanner. When a whitewater rafting accident occurs, she deftly executes a rescue, but a man dies anyway. Turns out, it wasn’t the rapids that killed him—he was murdered. Tom King was a rich land developer with bitter business rivals, who cheated on his wife, refused to support his kayak-obsessed son, and infuriated environmentalists.

Mandy’s world is upended again when tragedy strikes closer to home. Suspicious that the most recent death is connected to Tom King’s murder, Mandy goes on an emotionally turbulent quest for the truth—and ends up in dangerous waters.

Praise:

"Groundwater's novel is filled with river lore, vivid descriptions, and loving depictions of the varied characters who make up the tight-knit community."—ALFRED HITCHCOCK MYSTERY MAGAZINE

"A remarkable book by an author who clearly knows and loves her territory. Don’t miss it!"—NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author WILLIAM KENT KRUEGER

"Comes rushing at you from the first page like roiling whitewater, and culminates in a riveting climax that lives up to this book's name. If you like outdoor adventure and gripping characters, this one's a must-read."—SANDI AULT, Mary Higgins Clark and WILLA Award-winning author of the WILD Mystery series

“A heart-racing debut with as many twists and turns and unexpected upsets as a ride through the rapids itself.”—MARGARET COEL, author of The Silent Spring

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Colorado river ranger Mandy Tanner rescues two people when their whitewater raft overturns. The man dies, and his widow blames Mandy's uncle, who rented the raft to them. But the autopsy proves that the man had been poisoned before the accident. VERDICT With a fresh locale and a spunky if at times too emotional heroine, this is a promising new series by the author of the gift-basket designer Claire Hanover mysteries (A Real Basket Case).
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780738721620
  • Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd.
  • Publication date: 3/28/2011
  • Series: RM Outdoor Adventures Mystery Series , #1
  • Pages: 312
  • Sales rank: 967,654
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Beth Groundwater (Colorado Springs, CO) was an avid "river rat" in the 1980s. Her book, A Real Basket Case (Five Star Publishing), was a 2007 Agatha Award finalist for Best First Novel. She is the author of several award-winning stories and holds key positions in local chapters of Mystery Writers of America and other writing associations.

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DEADLY CURRENTS


By BETH GROUNDWATER

Midnight Ink

Copyright © 2011 Beth Groundwater
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7387-2162-0


Chapter One

If a man is destined to drown, he will drown even in a spoonful of water. —YIDDISH PROVERB

"Gonzo's not going to make it." Steve Hadley peered upriver, squinting as whitewater spray sparkled in the brilliant June sunlight. His voice held a sharp edge of concern.

"What?" Mandy Tanner dropped her half-eaten PBJ sandwich into the waterproof ammo box on a large boulder beside her. She leapt to her feet. "He never blows Number Four, even with a boatload of clueless tourists."

Gonzo Gordon was one of the best whitewater rafting guides on the Upper Arkansas River in central Colorado. He was manning the lead boat in this three-raft pod making its way downriver. He knew the Numbers section like an old milk cow knows the path to the barn. But now his raft teetered almost sideways to the rushing current at the top of the class V rapid's last big drop. Mandy's fingers clenched as if she was the one straining with all her might on a paddle to fight the current—but in reality, nothing she could do would stop the impending disaster.

The forward side of the raft dove down the precipice, under the boiling foam. Passengers spilled out, legs and paddles flying. Even Gonzo pitched into the water.

Mandy craned her neck for a better view from her vantage point on the river bank, searching for heads as they popped, gasping, out of the waves. Holy cow!

The now lightweight raft, amazingly still upright, launched itself out of the tumbling waves. One wide-eyed woman remained inside, hugging the thwart on which she had been sitting, shoulders hunched in quiet desperation.

Steve sprinted toward a large rock that poked out from the shore into the surging river. "I'll jump in the raft and pull in bodies," he yelled over his shoulder. "Launch your cat and pick up anyone who washes downstream."

The roar of the churning water rang in Mandy's ears. While running to her cataraft tied up in an eddy nearby, she clipped shut the buckles of her personal floatation device and slapped the right front panel. Yep, her safety knife for cutting entangling ropes was still Velcro-ed to the PFD, and yep, her fanny pack with emergency medical supplies bounced on her rear.

My equipment is ready, but am I?

She unloosed the cataraft's bowline, which was tethered to a tree, and jumped into the oaring seat clamped onto a metal frame suspended between the two bright blue inflatable pontoons. With a strong pull on the oars, she spun out of the quietly circulating eddy current into the main current in time to see Steve take a flying leap off the rock.

He landed in the middle of Gonzo's raft, rocking the startled passenger, who stared at him in awestruck hero worship. Steve hopped to the other side of the raft, where a swimmer had managed to grab hold. With one giant heave, Steve gripped the shoulders of the man's PFD and hauled him in.

Mandy shoved forward on her oars. The current gripped the cataraft and propelled it downstream. She made a correction to avoid a pillow rock on the right, then dug deep with the oars to pull past Gonzo's raft.

Steve back paddled, trying to slow the raft, to give Gonzo a chance to catch up. Knowing Steve would soon have Gonzo's raft under control, Mandy focused her gaze downstream. Two heads bobbed in the water as the river swept them along a wide, left curve and out of sight.

Mandy knew she would need a full head of steam to catch up to those two swimmers. And they were in for a rough ride. The river section before Number Five was a rock garden full of unnamed class III and IV waves and holes that pinballed swimmers from one lethal rock to the next.

She recognized the surge of adrenaline she always felt—and relished—when she entered whitewater, and she was excited to finally put her training to the test. Still, she prayed as her cat bounced through the waves. Please don't let me screw up. Please don't let me screw up.

This was her second week on patrol as a brand-new seasonal river ranger, still under the supervision of Steve, the head river ranger. Sure, she had run all the whitewater sections of the Upper Arkansas for years as a rafting guide—Pine Creek, the Numbers, Wildhorse Canyon, Brown's Canyon, Bighorn Sheep Canyon, and Royal Gorge. And she'd pulled lots of swimmers out of the water as a guide. But now guides like Gonzo relied on her to rescue their customers who'd been snatched out of their grasp by the river.

Slowly, Mandy gained on the second swimmer, a young woman. The man in front of her must have fallen out of the raft first or been swept up by the main current sooner. Though Mandy couldn't see his face, the man seemed strangely calm, unmoving. In contrast, the woman's arms and legs flailed in the seething whitewater. She bounced off a rock and got smacked in the face with backwash from a hole.

Mandy blew her whistle to catch the woman's attention then pulled the cat up alongside her. "Grab on!"

Sputtering, the woman slung an arm over the nearest pontoon. A lank strand of wet hair stuck to one cheek and an angry scrape oozed blood on the other.

Mandy leaned forward to grab the back of the woman's PFD. She tugged the woman up onto the pontoon, so she lay straddled across it, face toward Mandy and backside pointing downstream.

"Hold on to the frame!" Giving herself a mental congratulatory high-five, Mandy picked up her oars again.

According to her training, she should now ferry the woman to shore. But there wasn't time if Mandy was going to pick up the man before he entered the Number Five rapid, a class V monster, a killer. She just couldn't leave him to fend for himself.

Heart thudding, Mandy made two strong strokes on the oars and threw in an extra stroke on one side to compensate for her passenger's weight. She took her gaze off the male swimmer to make a quick check of the woman who lay panting on the pontoon.

"You okay?" Mandy yelled.

The woman nodded, too out-of-breath to respond verbally. Despite her shivering, her white-knuckled grip on the cat's frame seemed secure, and she had managed to wrap her legs around the pontoon.

Nearing the man, Mandy blew on her whistle, but he didn't respond. She blew again. Still no response. His head seemed to bob more than the force of the current would create. His limbs hung listlessly in the water. In that unconscious state, he wouldn't be able to grab onto the boat, and bumping him into an eddy in the fast-moving water was impossible.

"Looks like he's unconscious," Mandy shouted to the woman. "I'm going to need your help pulling him in."

The woman shot her a wild-eyed "What, are you kidding?" look, but Mandy chose to ignore it. The ominous roar of Number Five downstream was way more important.

Powering her oar strokes with her back, Mandy yelled out explanations. "I'll come up alongside him then pull him onto the other pontoon. I need you to grab whatever you can on him and help pull him up."

They bounced through a narrow chute between two huge rocks, then hit a relatively unobstructed section of river. It was now or never.

Mandy nudged her unoccupied pontoon next to the man. "Now!"

She reached down to grab him, but the swirling current spun the cat sideways. The pontoon hit the man, whacking his shoulder into a half-submerged boulder.

That's gotta hurt. Mandy spun the oars in opposite directions to orient the cat and reapproached him. "Okay, again!"

She grabbed the shoulder straps of his PFD and hauled back, bracing a knee against the inside of the pontoon. His chest hit the pontoon, then he started slipping. No, no, no. Can't lose him.

Just when Mandy thought her back would break, the young woman reached across the gap between the two pontoons. She grabbed one of the man's arms and pulled. That added enough extra force to get his body up and draped over the pontoon.

"Hold on to him!" Mandy shouted.

She plopped back into the oaring seat and yanked on one oar to counteract another spin the current had put on the cat. Her stroke pointed the front of the cat, weighted down with her two passengers, downstream. Keeping that orientation, with the man's legs acting as an anchor on one side, would take constant corrections with the oars. But Mandy was determined to get both of these folks safely to shore.

"Hang on to the raft!" she yelled at the woman. "Even if you have to let go of him."

The young woman gritted her teeth and nodded. Hugging one pontoon with her legs, she hung precariously between the two pontoons. One hand gripped the frame and the other still held the man's arm.

The deadly current tugged at the sluggish, off-balanced cataraft, pulling it toward the roiling waters of Number Five, an angry maw with sharp, rocky teeth that ate boats and swimmers alive. Mandy strained against the oars, battling the river for control.

What the hell do I do now?

The Chaffee County Road 371 bridge that signaled the start of the rapid loomed a few yards downstream. And there were no eddies large enough to hold the cat before the bridge.

Mandy's mind searched for an out. Just past the bridge, the river swung right. That, combined with a few large rocks on the left side, had created a small gravel beach on the shore. Next to the beach was an eddy large enough to hold the cat. But if she missed that eddy, the cat would be in the exact wrong position to run Number Five. The boat would flip. She'd risk three lives.

But there was no other option.

She braced her feet against the frame and pulled on the oars, again and again, trying to slow the cat's speed and set up a cross-stream ferry. The steep, rocky river banks slipped past as the cat moved relentlessly downstream.

More adrenalin surged through Mandy, fueling her strokes. She refused to let the river get the best of her. Ignoring the burning pains in her arms, she focused on keeping the cat at the proper angle.

Finally the force of the rushing water started pushing the cat toward shore. She pulled on the oars one, two, three more times. Still not there.

Number Five's horizon line loomed just yards away. A huge tongue of water plunged hungrily over the edge.

The young woman stared at the precipice then at Mandy, her eyes wide saucers of fear and doubt.

Unable to speak, Mandy grunted in sympathy at her and pulled again and again, aiming for the eddy line. If she could get the pontoon holding the man's body past the line, his legs in the upstream current of the eddy would help swing the cat around. She let out a groan on one more stroke, knowing this was her last.

Finally, the cat slipped across the eddy line into the quiet water behind the rocks. Mandy gave another feeble stroke, but it was enough. With the man acting as a makeshift anchor, the other pontoon slid out of the treacherous current.

She caught her breath, then yelled at the woman. "Stay there until I pull the raft onto the beach." If the woman put a leg out into the main current, she would be a goner.

Mandy slid into the thigh-deep water next to the cat. She gasped as the ice-cold water seeped into her wetsuit. Scrabbling up the gravel bank, she tugged the pontoon on which the man lay out of the water.

"Okay," she said to the woman. "Slide off this side of your pontoon and hold on to the other one until you're on the beach."

The young woman eased off her pontoon and stumbled onto the beach. Once there, she pulled on the cataraft also.

"Thanks," Mandy said, grateful both that the woman had the energy to help and was okay—unlike her other rescuee.

After they had beached the cat, Mandy tied the bowline to a tree. Then she checked on the man. He lay across the pontoon, unmoving, his face gray.

Not good. Definitely not good.

Wanting nothing more than to collapse on the gravel, Mandy knew she couldn't. She slipped her hands under the man's armpits and dragged him on his back onto the beach. He was tall, middle-aged, and had a fair-sized beer gut on him. He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds, which didn't compare well to Mandy's one-twenty-five. Her arm and leg muscles quivered with exhaustion.

Once on the beach, she fell to her knees beside him. She put her ear to his mouth and nose and watched his chest. A faint wisp of air tickled her ear, then another, as his chest rose and fell shallowly. Thanking God, she felt for a pulse. It was weak, fluttery.

Mandy pulled out her radio. She looked at the woman who knelt nearby, hands on her knees, catching her breath. "Will you watch him, let me know if he gets worse in any way, while I call for an ambulance?"

She nodded and scooted next to the man.

"Thanks again." Mandy keyed the mike. Between labored gasps, she relayed her location to the dispatcher.

"Hey." The young woman tugged on Mandy's arm. "I think he's stopped breathing."

Mandy shoved the radio at the woman. "Tell the dispatcher."

She put her fingers against the man's neck. No pulse. She listened for breathing. None. She gave him two full breaths mouth-to-mouth then rechecked. Still nothing. She unzipped his PFD and ripped it open. Counted to thirty as she did chest compressions.

What is up with this guy? Why is he going south on me so fast?

She blew two more breaths, then started compressions again. She repeated the cycle over and over and over again, until she fell into a zombie-like trance. Nothing mattered, not her pains, not her exhaustion, not the tears of frustration sliding down her cheeks, not the young woman's worried muttering.

Just two breaths, thirty compressions, repeat.

A vehicle rumbled across the bridge. Another raft bumped hers.

Two breaths, thirty compressions, repeat.

Feet clattered down the rocks to the beach. Someone splashed onto the gravel from the river, knelt next to her and put arms around her. "Stop, Mandy."

It was Steve. He pulled her to her feet. When she swayed, he picked her up and carried her to another spot on the beach. "The EMTs will take over. You can rest now."

Lying back on the warm stones, Mandy lifted her face to the bright Colorado sun. She started to shiver and closed her eyes.

"Will he live?"

* * *

An hour later, Mandy sat hunched on a rock above the beach, a cup of untouched cocoa cooling in her hands. Someone had thrown a space blanket over her shoulders, and the shivering had stopped. An EMT had checked her over and declared her "shocky," but not too bad off.

Certainly not as bad off as the man she had tried to rescue, whose body was now being zipped into a bag by the county coroner and her assistant.

Mandy's gut twisted as memories of the wrenching grief she felt when her parents died washed over her. A drunk driver had plowed into their car in Colorado Springs two months before her senior year of high school. This man's family would have to go through all the same heartbreaking emotions.

Gonzo plopped his awkward, lanky frame down on a rock beside her.

The two of them silently watched the coroner, her assistant, and two sheriff 's deputies carry the body up to the roadbed.

Gonzo swept aside a chunk of bushy dark blond Rastafarian dreadlocks the wind had blown into his somber, sunburned face. "Bummer."

Mandy nodded. Bummer indeed.

He shot a worried gaze her way. "Hey, it's not your fault."

He picked up a pebble and halfheartedly tossed it aside. "If anything, it's my fault."

"No, Gonzo. He was alive when he left your care. He died under mine."

A shadow fell over her. She looked up and saw Steve Hadley, his well-muscled frame backlit by the sun.

He must have seen the devastation she felt in her face, because his expression softened. He knelt and put his hand on her knee. "Mandy, a death is hard for any of us. It was an accident, pure and simple. You could do no more than follow your training. If that wasn't enough, then it was meant to be."

Mandy worried her lip. Did she? Did she follow her training? Should she have done something different? Something better? Her throat constricted. Rather than expose her emotion by croaking out a response, she just nodded again.

"Hey man," Gonzo said to Steve. "Thanks for handling the wife. After Dougie walked his passengers downstream to the road, and the wife saw the EMTs working on her husband and screamed, Dougie looked at me like, hey buddy, you're in charge of this trip, so this is your scene. But I had no frigging idea what to do."

"Who does?" Steve said. "You just deal with it the best you can."

"I'd rather have a Boy Scout blowing chunks right on my Tevas than have to comfort some lady who's gone all hysterical. At least I knew his son, Jeff, some. Though I couldn't do much more than say I was really sorry, dude."

(Continues...)



Excerpted from DEADLY CURRENTS by BETH GROUNDWATER Copyright © 2011 by Beth Groundwater. Excerpted by permission of Midnight Ink. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted March 17, 2011

    Murder on the Rapids

    Deadly Currents - Review by Martha A. Cheves, Author of Stir, Laugh, Repeat

    'This was her second week on patrol as a brand-new seasonal river ranger, still under the supervision of Steve, the head river ranger. Sure, she had run all the whitewater sections of the Upper Arkansas for years as a rafting guide. But now guides like Gonzo relied on her to rescue their customers who'd been snatched out of their grasp by the river. Slowly Mandy gained on the second swimmer, a young woman. The man in front of her must have fallen out of the raft first or been swept up by the main current sooner. Though Mandy couldn't see his face, the man seemed strangely calm, unmoving. In contrast, the woman's arms and legs flailed in the seething whitewater. She bounced off a rock and got smacked in the face with backwash from a hole. "Grab on!" Sputtering, the woman slung an arm over the nearest pontoon. Nearing the man, Mandy blew on her whistle, but he didn't respond. "Looks like he's unconscious," Mandy shouted to the woman. "I'm going to need your help pulling him in."

    Mandy Tanner has just made her first rescue as a river ranger. Hannah Fowler and Tom King were both knocked out of the raft while going through some class IV rapids. Hannah will survive from her scrapes and bruises but Tom King is another story. He has a slight pulse but even with the CPR Mandy gives him, he's too far gone. King and Hannah's father are both bidders for water rights needed for their developments. Fowler will hopefully give some of the rights back for recreational purposes but King will need his rights to water the help water the greens of the golf course he plans to build. The trip down the Arkansas was planned by environmentalist Lenny Preble in hopes of opening the eyes of both men to just how important the river in its natural state really is, not just for recreational purposes but also for the wild and plant life of the area.

    Mandy's real problem comes in when King's wife decides to sue the outfitter's owner who just happens to be Mandy's uncle. The only way to help out Uncle Bill will be when the Medical Examiner discovers that King died of a heart attack and not something stemming from neglect on the part of Bill's company. But. he didn't have a heart attack. He was actually murdered. Who did it? Why did they do it? How did they do it? These are the questions Mandy must find answers to before someone else dies and her suspect list took off with leaps and bounds right from the beginning.

    I've read Beth Groundwater's books A Real Basket Case and To Hell in a Handbasket, enjoying both tremendously. Now she has taken me on a trip down the Arkansas River in a fast moving raft. In Deadly Currents you will be taken through the rapids just as fast and just as deadly as the river itself. She will also give you one last Class IV ride at the very end as she reveals the true killer. Reading Deadly Currents has made me feel as though I've actually ridden the river myself.

    2011
    Midnight Ink
    300 pages
    ISBN# 978-0-7387-2162-0

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  • Posted May 26, 2012

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    The Arkansas River is the heart and soul of Salida, Colorado. It

    The Arkansas River is the heart and soul of Salida, Colorado. It also is a great tourist attraction for fishermen and white water rafting adventurists. For Mandy Tanner it is home. She grew up in Salida, raised by her Uncle Bill and working as a river guide for his white water rafting business. This Summer she is a Seasonal River Ranger for Arkansas Headwaters Recreation Area (AHRA). She has completed her training and into her second week on the river when she takes part in tricky river rescue. She is able to get two people to shore but one of them dies anyway. Land developer Tom King died in the water but it wasn't the rapids that killed him. There was nothing Mandy could have done to save him because he was murdered and there are a lot people that may have wanted him dead.

    Mandy world is then turned inside out when tragedy hits closer to home. Could the events be connected? Mandy has to find out, the answers may be found in the Deadly Currents of the river.

    Dollycas's Thoughts

    I love the way Beth Groundwater writes. You ride the rapids from the first page until the last.

    The only rapids I have ran outside of a book have been at an amusement park or the family friendly ones in a canoe on the Crystal River here in Wisconsin. Groundwater's descriptions are so vivid you can feel the bumps, currents and eddies.

    She has created flawed protagonist we can genuinely get behind and want to read about. Mandy has dealt with a lot in her life leaving her with commitment issues and she has a bit of a chip on her shoulder when people offer to help her. The supporting characters are all real and very believable. I absolutely love Cynthia with her blonde jokes.

    It was really interesting to read a story where law enforcement actually worked together with the main character instead of all the random sleuthing going on behind the scenes. I am sure this relationship was embellished a bit for the story but it seams credible that the Park Service would work together with the Sheriff's Office.

    The groundwork has been laid in this debut for what I know will be an exciting series. I know I am ready to hit the rapids again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2011

    Amazing Read!

    This book is a well written mystery thriller novel must read!

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  • Posted March 28, 2011

    Middle of the road

    Initially I enjoyed the book but after a few chapters I started to really dislike the main character, Mandy. I thought the author gave her a very annoying trait. There is such a thing as being to stubborn or "pigheaded" but I thing Ms Groundwater went way too far in that direction. If she should follow up with a 2nd book in this series I think she would be wise to tone down some of the Mandy's character flaws. She does not need to be so abrasive. I was disappointed ,overall in this read.

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