Evans Above (Constable Evans Series #1)

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Constable Evan Evans expected idyllic Llanfair to be a calm oasis far away from the violent crime of the big city. That was, until a string of murders erupts in the town, putting every "charming eccentric" under suspicion...

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Constable Evan Evans expected idyllic Llanfair to be a calm oasis far away from the violent crime of the big city. That was, until a string of murders erupts in the town, putting every "charming eccentric" under suspicion...

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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
New series protagonist Evan Evans, a young, unattached North Wales police constable assigned to the village of Llanfair (inhabited mostly by Evanses), resents the intrusive new vacation lodge as much as anyone. Evan has tended lost or injured mountaineers before, but now two men, including a guest at the lodge, have fallen to their deaths in separate mountain "accidents" the same day. Suspicious from the outset, Evan finally persuades "rival" police detectives that murder was committed. Straightforward plotting, tempered with unique characterization and subtle humor; for most collections.
School Library Journal
YAEvans, a self-effacing young constable living in a Welsh village at the foot of a mountain, solves the murders of three alpine hikers while awkwardly fending off the advances of a buxom barmaid in the local pub. A well-crafted plot, nicely drawn characters, a strong sense of place, and the bantering give-and-take typical in a small village whose inhabitants have been neighbors for generations make this fast read a winner. YAs will like the unusual setting, the mountain hiking, and a hero who is young enough to be self-conscious with women.Judy McAloon, Potomac Library, Prince William County, VA
San Francisco Examiner & Chronicle
Bowen perfectly captures the flavor of the fiercely nationalist Welsh...we can't help but chuckle our way through this sweet-natured cozy, which leaves us looking forward to the next entry in the series.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425166420
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 12/28/1998
  • Series: Constable Evans Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 204,895
  • Product dimensions: 4.36 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 0.64 (d)

Meet the Author

Rhys Bowen

Rhys Bowen is the author of the award-winning Molly Murphy and Constable Evans mysteries. Her novels have garnered an impressive array of awards and nominations, including the Anthony award for her novel For the Love of Mike and the Agatha Award for Murphy’s Law. Her books have also won the Bruce Alexander Historical Award and the Herodotus Award, and have been shortlisted for the Edgar, the Agatha, the Macavity, the Barry, and the Mary Higgins Clark Award.  She has also written Her Royal Spyness, a series about a minor royal in 1930s England, and she is the author of several short stories, including the Anthony Award–winning “Doppelganger.” Her story “Voodoo” was chosen to be part of the anthology of the best of 50 years of Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine.  Ms. Bowen was born in Bath, England, and worked as an announcer and studio manager for the BBC in London, before moving to Australia and then California. It was here she started writing children’s and young adult novels, and then moved on to mysteries with the Constable Evans novels. When not writing she loves to travel, sing, hike, play her Celtic harp, and entertain her grandchildren. She lives in San Rafael, California. www.rhysbowen.com

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Evans Above


The bus groaned its way up from the coast, belching out a cloud of diesel smoke before it came to a halt outside the first house of a small village.

"Llanfair!" the driver called, looking back at the young man who sat behind him clutching a backpack.

"Is this it?" Tommy asked dubiously, peering out through the windshield at the row of slate-roofed cottages.

"This is the closest I'm going to stop," the driver said in a lilting Welsh accent. "Ask at the village. They'll tell you from there."

Tommy stepped down and hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders as the bus roared away, leaving a dark trail of smoke behind it. He stood there for a moment, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds—the neat rows of cottages, some whitewashed but most of them gray stone, built, Tommy suspected, with slate taken from the quarry he had noticed farther down the pass. The rows of cottages huddled under steep green slopes, down which ran parallel bright ribbons of water.High above, Tommy could see white dots he knew must be sheep. Two dark specks that sped around them must be the sheepdogs, he decided. He watched, entranced, as the white dots came together into a big white blob that began moving steadily forward. Now that the bus had gone, he could hear distant baas floating down on the breeze.

It was so peaceful here—not at all as he remembered it. No sound except for the wind sighing through tall grasses and the splash and gurgle of rushing water in the stream that flowed under the humped stone bridge. Everything was so clean, as if it had been newly spring-cleaned. It smelled fresh too—a kind of green, moist scent. Tommy was glad he had decided to come after all. He needed to get away from the noise and bustle of the city, and he wanted to put some closure on this whole sad business. He was glad to know he wasn't the only one who still felt guilty about what had happened all those years ago, even though no one could be blamed. He glanced up at the distant peaks etched against a clear blue sky. How different it had been last time—the biting cold, visibility down to a few feet, the wind that took their breath away, and the freezing rain that had turned so treacherously to snow ...

He hoisted the pack higher on his back. It would be good to see old Stew again, and maybe Jimmy as well. He presumed one of them must have sent the postcard ... it had to be one of Danny's close friends in their little gang from hut 29.

He was about to cross the bridge when he noticed that someone was perched on the parapet in the shade of a mountain ash tree, sitting still as a statue. As he came closer he saw the mailman's uniform and was amused to note that the mailman was engrossed in reading the mail.

"Excuse me," he said. "Am I going the right way for the Everest Inn?"

The mailman looked up and stared at him vacantly as if he was a visitor from Mars.

"Everest Inn?" Tommy asked again, wondering if the man could speak English.

The man hastily gathered the letters, shoving them into his bag, before he took off in the other direction with long loping strides.

Tommy shrugged and started up the village street. Not a soul was about. Even the pub seemed to be closed. Of course, they probably still observed strict drinking laws in this godforsaken corner of Wales. He remembered how unfriendly they'd been before, looking up with wary eyes and switching to Welsh the moment he and his mates had walked into the bar.

Across the street was a little row of shops. G. Evans, Butcher, stood next to R. Evans, Dairy Products. Only T. Harris, General Store, spoiled the Evans monopoly. He could see someone moving behind the counter in the butcher shop, so he pushed open the door and went in.

"Bore da." A large florid man wearing a soiled apron greeted him in Welsh.

"Hello," Tommy said in his cheerful cockney. "Nice day, isn't it? I'm looking for the Everest Inn."

The man's face became instantly remote. "Everest Inn, is it?"

"Yeah, they told me it was around here."

"You can't miss it," the butcher said, then muttered under his breath, "Bloody great monstrosity!"

"What's the matter with it?"

"Nobody wanted it built here, did they? Brings a lot of foreigners and too much traffic."

Tommy smiled. He hadn't seen a single car go past since he got off the bus. The man had gone back to chopping up alamb carcass on the marble slab, swinging a murderous-looking cleaver down with rhythmic strokes.

"So how do I find it?" Tommy asked cautiously.

The man didn't look up and continued chopping. "Keep going through the village, past the chapels, and up the hill. You can't miss it."

"Thanks. Cheers," Tommy said, and half raised his hand in a friendly wave. As he came out of the door into the warm, spring sunshine, a milk van had just drawn up and a tall, skinny man in a milkman's cap was coming up the steps. He gave Tommy a little half nod, then called out something in Welsh to the butcher and laughed loudly. Tommy turned back in time to see the butcher wave the cleaver at him with a threatening gesture, yelling after him what sounded like a torrent of Welsh insults. The words echoed from the narrow valley walls.

"Go boil your head, Evans-the-Meat," the milkman called, still laughing. "I was only joking. You take everything too seriously."

"Is that a fact? Well, I don't find your jokes very funny, Evans-the-Milk," the butcher yelled back. "And don't think you can insult me. You come from a very inferior branch of the family."

"Inferior, is it? To whom, I'd like to know!"

"Can you trace your ancestry back to the Great Llewellyn himself? Related to that dafty at the post office, that's what you are."

The rest of the argument was lost as Tommy walked on up the street. Personally, he wouldn't have risked trading insults with a man who had chopped through a lamb carcass as if he was cutting butter.

The street was still deserted. The sign outside the RedDragon pub swung gently in the wind. As he passed the school he heard the sound of young voices and saw twenty or so little kids in uniform skipping in a circle around a slim young woman. She wore a long skirt, a white blouse, and embroidered ethnic vest. A single braid of corn-colored hair hung way down her back, and she looked as if she had stepped straight out of an Arthurian romance. Tommy paused to watch her as she clapped the rhythm and the children skipped and sang. He tried to pick up the words of the chant, but realized that they were singing in Welsh. That was the trouble with Wales—you didn't think it was a foreign country, but it was.

The pack was weighing heavily on his shoulders and the wind was now blowing briskly from the pass as he climbed up the street. As the road swung around, he could see the imposing shape of the inn interrupting the green sweep of hills at the head of the pass. As he came closer, he could see that it was built like an overgrown Swiss chalet, complete with gingerbread trim and geranium-decked balconies. No wonder the locals hadn't welcomed it—it was a bloody great monstrosity.

The last two buildings in the village were both Methodist chapels, as was usual in this part of the world. They were identical gray slate buildings with modest spires and notice boards outside. One announced Chapel Bethel, Sunday School 10 A.M., Worship Service 6 P.M. (Sermon in English). The other said, in Welsh, with a small English translation below it, Chapel Beulah, Sunday Worship 10 A.M. and 6 P.M. Sermon in English and Welsh.

Under these notices were billboards, each containing a text. The text outside Bethel read, "Keep watchful for ye know not when the end shall come." Tommy was amused to see that the text outside Beulah read, "Judgement Day is tomorrow."

Tommy chuckled all the way up the hill until the chill wind blowing from the heights made him suddenly shiver. He paused and glanced back down the valley. He wondered if he was doing the right thing coming here after all ...


High above, the mountain watched and waited.

EVANS ABOVE. Copyright © 1997 by Rhys Bowen. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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  • Posted April 26, 2012

    Great read!!

    This was a great read and I recommend it to anyone who loves the light read mysteries. They're clean, fun and bring you back to simple times or simple places. I love all of Rhys Bowen's books. Unfortunately, for the Evans Series, book 2 and 3 are not available on Nook.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 24, 2012

    Good rainy-day read

    Taking place in Wales around Mt. Snowdon, story provides suspense and humor along with dramatic scenes of local geography.
    Nicely written for quick read.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 23, 2009


    Loved this. Just wish some of the other early titles were available NEW

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  • Posted October 12, 2012

    New favorite author

    Rhys Bowen is a wonderful author. Her stories are suspenseful, energetic, and imaginative. And when you get to the end, you want more.
    I highly recommend all her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2013

    Great read!

    Love this series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2013

    Good & fun light read

    This could be the start of an easy to read series, Albeit short in pages, it has some interesting and fairly well developed characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2014

    These are darker than blurb or reviews admit

    They also jam everything into last chapter so that most of the plot is misdirection read several so far and stopped. However were all borrowed suggest sample if uncertain

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2014

    Constable Evans Series

    Love this series. Wish Rhys would write a few more, she appears to have gone to another series and forgotten Constable Evans. A very good 'cozy' mystery.

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    Posted February 6, 2013

    A Good Mystery Read


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