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“Hamilton gives us mysteries within mysteries as well as a hero who simply won't be beaten down.”
“Rougher, darker, sexier than previous installments, Ice Run raises the already noteworthy McKnight series to the next level and, in giving its hero a romantic companion, affords new insight into Alex's character.” —ThisWeek
"Hamilton's compelling, vigorous prose doesn't allow the option of taking a break." —Los Angeles Times
“With such fine use of setting and memorable characters, Ice Run is a journey you will want to take.” —Chicago Sun-Times
"Hamilton expertly delivers sharply etched characters, a vivid setting and a thoroughly enjoyable hero, leaving us breathless, perched at the edge of our seats for this chilly ride." —Publishers Weekly
"An intense atmosphere continues to add to the riches of Steve Hamilton's well-plotted novels...Hamilton again excels at linking his traditional private detective novels with solid plots. A tender love story and a rude awakening of the past form the heart of Ice Run...Ice Run turns on edge-of-the-seat psychological suspense that Hamilton has honed to precision." —Florida Sun-Sentinel
In a land of hard winters, the hardest of all is the winter that fills you with false hope. It's the kind of winter that starts out easy. You get the white Christmas, but it's a light snow, six inches tops, the stuff that makes everything look like a postcard. The sun comes out during the day. You can take your coat off if you're working hard enough. The nights are quiet. The stars shine between the silver clouds. You celebrate New Year's. You make resolutions. It snows again and you run the plow. You shovel. You chop wood. You sit inside at night by the fire. You say to yourself, this ain't so bad. A little cold weather is good for a man. It makes you feel alive.
That's what I was thinking. I admit it. Although maybe I had other reasons to believe this winter would be easy. Maybe this winter I could be forgiven for letting my guard down. One good look at the calendar would have put my head back on straight. Spring doesn't come until May, Alex. Which meant-what, winter had ten rounds left in a fifteen-round fight? That was plenty of time. That was all the time in the world.
When the storm finally hit, I was down the road at the Glasgow Inn. Jackie had the fire going and had just made a big pot of his famous beef stew. He had the cold Molsons, bought at the Beer Store across the bridge and stored just for me in his cooler, for the simple reason that American beer cannot compare to beer bottled and sold in Canada. That and a Red Wings game on the television over the bar were all I needed. On that night, anyway. I had plans for the next day. I had big plans. But for now I was happy just to be with Jackie, and to do everything I could to slowly drive him insane.
"Alex, you're gonna tell me what's going on," he said for the third time. He was an old Scot, God love him, with the slightest hint of a burr in his speech. Born in Glasgow sixty-odd years ago, the son of a tugboat captain, he came to Michigan when he was a teenager. He had been here ever since, eventually opening up the Glasgow Inn. It looked a lot more like a Scottish pub than an American bar, which meant you could spend the whole evening there without getting depressed or drunk or both.
"Don't know what you're talking about," I said.
"Like hell you don't. You've been bouncing in here, saying hello and how are you. Smiling and laughing."
"I'm happy to see you," I said. "Is that so bad?"
"Since when are you happy about anything?" he said. He gave me that
Popeye squint of his. "It's January, for God's sake."
"Almost February," I said. "How many inches have we had?"
"Don't even say that, Alex. You'll jinx it. You know a storm's coming."
"I had another cancellation today. There's not enough snow to ride on." This time of year, snowmobiling was the biggest business in Paradise, Michigan. Hell, it was the only business. Every rental cabin in town, and every motel room, was booked months in advance. On most January nights, Jackie's place would be crawling with men from downstate, most of them with their big puffy snowsuits zipped down to the waist.
And that sound. The whine of the engines, coming from every direction. It always drove me crazy. But this night was silent.
"Tonight," he said. "We'll get buried. You watch."
I shrugged and looked up at the hockey game. "Bring it on."
"And what's with the salad, anyway?"
"Lettuce and vegetables, Alex. That salad."
"What are you talking about?"
"For dinner. You had a salad."
"I had the stew, Jackie. Since when can I pass that up?"
"You had a little bowl of stew and a big salad."
"You don't eat salads for dinner. I've never seen you eat a salad in fifteen years."
"So I felt like a salad, Jackie. What are you getting at?"
"You're not drinking as much beer, either. Try to deny it."
I held up my hands. "Guilty. You busted me."
"You're working out, too. I can tell."
"You've been bugging me for years to take better care of myself," I said. So now maybe I am. Is there something wrong with that?"
"You finally decided to listen to me? That's what you're telling me?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"Yes, Alex. It is. You've never listened to me. Not once."
The door opened at that moment, saving me from Jackie's third degree. It was my friend and neighbor, Vinnie LeBlanc, bringing in a blast of cold wet air.
"Holy Christ," Jackie said. "You can smell the snow coming. It makes my bones hurt."
"Who's winning?" Vinnie said as he took off his coat. It was a denim coat with a fur collar, the only coat I'd ever seen him wear, no matter how cold it got. He was an Ojibwa Indian, a member of the Bay Mills community. He had moved off the reservation a few years ago, and had bought the land down the road from mine and had built his own cabin. We were friends for a while, and then we weren't. Then I helped him look for his brother. What we found was a hell of a lot of trouble, but somehow we also found our friendship again. Just like that, without a word.
"Wings," I said. "Two to one. They just waved one off for Colorado."
He sat down next to me and asked Jackie for a 7-Up. The man never touched alcohol, going on nine years straight.
"Jackie's right," Vinnie said. "It's gonna snow. You better not be too far away from home when it does."
"That's a good one," Jackie said. "Since when does Alex go anywhere?"
Vinnie looked down at his glass. He rattled the ice. He had a smile on his face, a smile so subtle you wouldn't even see it if you didn't know the man as well as I did.
He knew. He was the only one who knew my secret.
I just couldn't tell Jackie about it. Not yet. I knew he had strong opinions about some things in 20life, and this was one thing he'd have a lot to say about. Maybe I wasn't ready to hear it yet. Or maybe I didn't want to ruin it. Maybe talking about it in the light of day would make it all vanish like a fever dream.
For whatever reason, I kept my mouth shut that night. I was happy to sit by the fire and watch the rest of the hockey game. The Wings gave up a late goal and after the five-minute overtime had to settle for a tie. Vinnie put his feet up and closed his eyes. There was still white tape on the side of his face, where the bullet had taken off part of his ear. I knew he was spending a lot more time over at the reservation now, looking after his mother. I didn't see him nearly as much.
We heard the wind picking up. There was a soft ticking at the windows. The snow had started. Outside this building, not a hundred yards away, lay the shoreline of Lake Superior. The ice stretched out a quarter mile, into the darkness of Whitefish Bay. Beyond that there was nothing but open water-water so cold and deep it was like a cruel joke to call it a lake at all. It was a sea, the Sea of Superior, and tonight it would feed the snow gods.
You're gonna be plowing," Vinnie said. He kept his eyes closed.
He opened one eye. He started to say something and stopped.
"What is it?" I said.
He smiled again. Two smiles in one night.
"You're not going anywhere tomorrow," he said. "You're gonna be stuck here."
"We'll see about that," I said. But I knew he was probably right. God damn it.
We finally left around midnight. I said goodbye to Jackie and he dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
"You got him a little worked up," Vinnie said as we stepped out into the night. There were already three inches of new snow covering the parking lot. "He doesn't like not knowing what's going on."
"A little suspense is good for him," I said. "It keeps him young."
"I'm going to my mother's house," Vinnie said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'll plow your driveway. Drive carefully."
We brushed our windshields off and then we were on our way, Vinnie to the reservation in Brimley, and me back up to the cabins. If you ever come to Paradise, Michigan, you just go through the one blinking red light in the middle of town, then north along the shore about a mile until you get to an old logging road. Hang that left and you'll pass Vinnie's place first, and then you'll find my place. My father bought the land back in the 1960s, and built six cabins. I live in the first cabin, the one I helped him build myself, back when I was an eighteen-year-old hotshot on my way to single-A ball in Sarasota. At the time, I never thought I'd be back up here for more than a visit. I certainly wouldn't have imagined living up here. Not this place, the loneliest place I'd ever seen. But all these years later, after all that had happened, here I was.
I put the plow down and pushed the new snow off as I went. It felt as light as talcum powder. I drove by Vinnie's place and then mine, and kept going. The second cabin was a quarter mile down the road. There was a minivan parked in front, with a trailer carrying two snowmobiles hitched behind it. A family, a man and his wife and two sons. I'd given them the chance to cancel, but they'd said they'd come up no matter what. Even with no snow, they looked forward to the trip every year. Now it looked like they might get some riding in after all.
Another quarter mile and I got to the third cabin. It was dark. Another quarter mile and then the fourth and fifth cabins together. They were dark, too.
One more quarter mile. The last cabin my father had built. His masterpiece. Until somebody burned it down. The walls were about half rebuilt now, a great blue tarp covering the whole thing, propped up in the middle to keep the snow off. Rising above it all was the chimney my father had built stone by stone.
I stopped and got out of the truck, made sure that the tarp was sealed tight. The wind died down and the pine trees stopped swaying. I took a long breath of the cold air and then got back in the truck. I plowed my way back to my cabin.
I went in and listened to the weather report on the radio. More snow was coming. A lot more. They didn't even try to guess the number of inches. That's always a bad sign.
God damn it all, I thought. I'm going to Canada tomorrow. I don't care if we get three feet. I'll plow again in the morning, and then I'm going.
I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I ran a hand through my hair, then picked up the package and read the directions one more time.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said out loud.
I looked in the mirror again. Then I put on the plastic gloves and went to work.
The phone rang. I took the gloves off and wiped my hands on the towel. I picked it up on the third ring, looking at the clock. It was almost one o'clock in the morning.
"Alex," she said. With that voice. It still hit me in the gut, every time. She was Canadian, so she had that little rise at the end of each sentence. That singsong quality, almost melodic, but at the same time it was a voice that meant business. It had some darkness in it, a smoker's voice without the smoke.
"Hey, it's late," I said. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, but I was just listening to the weather."
"A little snow. No problem."
"A little snow, eh? They're talking like twenty-four inches. What are they saying down there?"
"They're not saying. You never know with the lake. It could be less than that. Or more."
"I don't think you're coming out here tomorrow."
I thought about what to say. There was a distant humming on the line. "I think I can still make it."
"Don't be a dope," she said. "You'll kill yourself."
Out of a hundred different feelings I can have in one minute when I'm talking to her, one feeling in particular came into focus now. It was not the first time I'd felt it, this little nagging doubt, that maybe I wanted something out of all of this. Something real. And that maybe she had woken up that morning not wanting anything at all.
And then the thing that always came right after that. The certain realization that I was being a complete ass.
"Besides," she said. "Don't you have people staying in your cabins? If it's snowing all day, don't you have to stick around to plow them out?"
"I've got one family," I said. "The rest of the cabins are empty."
"Okay, but even so. That one family will need you around, won't they?"
I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "If there's a lot of snow falling, yeah. I can't be away for too long."
"So maybe it's time to try out your idea."
I opened my eyes. "What's that?"
"You know, about me coming to your place."
"Here?" I looked around the cabin. This was my idea? To have her come here?
"Yeah, why not? I've got four-wheel drive. And I've never even been there yet. You always come out here. I'm starting to feel guilty."
One single bed. The old couch, sagging in the middle. Two rough wooden tables. This sad wreck of a place, after fifteen years of living all by myself. This is what she'd see. My God.
"I don't know," I said. "This cabin-"
"You don't want me to see your bachelor pad?"
"I'm not sure I'd call it that."
"Yeah, I don't think anyone says that anymore. Bachelor pad, that was from the seventies, right?"
The seventies, I thought. Back when I was playing ball, and being a cop. And you were . . . God, were you in grade school then?
"Alex, are you still there?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm just thinking. I don't want you driving all this way tomorrow if the weather's gonna be bad."
"It was just an idea. Okay?"
Think, Alex. Think.
"Hey, I know," I said. "Why don't we do something special?"
"Special like what?"
"Like I'll meet you somewhere."
"I thought you had to stay there."
"We could meet in the Soo," I said. "That'll keep me close enough to home."
"There's a great hotel right on the river."
"It's called the Ojibway," I said. "You ever been there?"
"No," she said. "Never."
"They've got great food. And it's just . . . I mean, it's been there forever. It's the only fancy place in town."
"You want us to stay there?"
"I'm just saying . . ." You're blowing it, Alex. It's all gonna fall apart, right here.
"This is a nice place? In Soo Michigan?"
A little jab there, I thought. Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, is so much smaller than its sister city across the river. Soo Canada has more of everything.
"It's a classy hotel," I said. "I'd really like to see you, okay? It's been a few days, and I wouldn't mind spending some time with you."
She didn't say anything for a long moment. There was the faint hum on the line and nothing else.
"Yeah, why not?" she said. "It sounds nice."
That's how it happened. That hesitation, that long silence while she thought about it, I figured that was just natural. Just part of the dance, the getting to know someone new.
Of course it wasn't that at all. It was something else entirely. But I didn't know her well enough yet. I didn't know the way she was, the way she has been for most of her life. The way she had to be. Above all, I didn't know the one most important thing about her-that she never, ever hesitated that long about anything. Not unless it was something big.
Damn it all to hell. If I had only known.
Copyright 2004 by Steve Hamilton
Posted January 17, 2007
After reading ' A Cold Day in Paradise' I ran out and got the next 6 books by Steve Hamilton. His writing style is as slick as the ice in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, his characters like a splash of 50-degree lake water in your face. His plots are very good and you fall in love with Alex McKnight, despite his curmugeon demeanor. Reading this book on a hot South Florida night is almost as good as air conditioning. But Steve H, give Alex a chance at a better life. He's earned it! Women fall in love with these type of guys!
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Posted January 19, 2006
Just loved this atmospheric novel from Hamilton, his best yet in my opinion. Brings Northern Michigan to life and gets right to the essence of this beautiful state. What is it with these Michigan writers?. My two favourite thrillers of the season Hamiltons' 'Ice Run' and Bradley T. Platts' 'Deadstream both penned by Michiganders. Bring on their next offerings.
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Posted July 17, 2005
I picked this one up while on vacation, so read on the folding chair, at the beach. Read it in about two, or three sittings. Well paced, good characters. I will probably try another by this same author. I highly recommend it if the weather where you are is as hot as it is here. It snows thoughout the whole story! A very nice book.
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Posted July 21, 2014
What would an Alex McKnight novel be without him getting into all kinds of trouble that has nothing to do with him? It just wouldn’t be a novel featuring this protagonist. And this book is no exception to the rule. It begins where its predecessor, “Let It Burn,” left off, with Alex making contact with Natalie Reynaud, the Canadian police officer he met during his wild adventure in the earlier “A Cold Day in Paradise.” They become romantically involved, beginning with a weekend at a luxury hotel in “the Soo” (Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan).
And, naturally, something occurs to spoil the good times. An old man sees them at the hotel, leaving a note in a homburg filled with ice by their hotel room door indicating, “I know who you are.” Alex thinks the message is for him and dives right in seeking answers, getting beat up in return by two brothers and their brother-in-law. But the truth lies elsewhere: in the dark history of Natalie’s family, setting the stage for a cloud on Alex’s blissful state when she shuts down the romance.
Hamilton is known for his stark prose and deep character portrayals, especially of the harsh Upper Peninsula environment. And his descriptions of the snow and cold in this novel are no exception. His approach to Natalie is particularly noteworthy, as she blows hot and cold in her relationship with Alex. It will be interesting to see what develops in forthcoming plots. Will they or won’t they progress to a normal relationship, if such a thing could exist in a story in this wonderful series? The novel, of course, is recommended.
(This is a trade paperback edition of a novel originally published in 2004)
Posted April 7, 2013
Steve continues the story of Alex McKnight...
It is just as engagning as 'A Cold Day In Paradise' and the other four books preceeding it in the series.
Posted August 13, 2008
'Ice Run' Steve Hamilton needs to find a new character. Alex Mc Knight is getting old. As for Michigan it leaves me even colder. Steve, move to Georgia or Kingston NY. And most of all, I want my name back. (The real) Alex McKnight,Author of Never Seen, Only HeardWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 18, 2007
Posted June 14, 2005
Steve Hamilton¿s Ice Run is an old-fashioned tough guy thriller. His protagonist, Alex McKnight, is a cold weather version of Spenser or Travis McGee. The mystery stretches back through time and involves old family feuds and bootlegging. McKnight solves the case between beatings and blizzards. Hamilton has a terse prose style that is a bit different from most of the Chandler - Ross Macdonald wannabes. It reminds me a bit of Dashiell Hammett. He does for the Michigan Peninsula what Loren D. Estleman did for Detroit. I just read the book on a 90 degree weekend and it felt like a cold drink of iced tea.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 2, 2004
Since the publication of A COLD DAY IN PARADISE several years ago, the ¿Alex McKnight¿ series has gotten better and better with each preceding novel. The newest book in the series, ICE RUN, is no exception. It clearly displays the extraordinary talent of author, Steve Hamilton, putting him in the same class as James Lee Burke, Lawrence Block, and Dennis Lehane. ICE RUN begins a few months later where BLOOD IN THE SKY left off. Alex McKnight is still seeing Natalie Reynaud, an Ontario police officer who has been on an administrative leave of absence since her partner was killed the previous fall. McKnight is so in love with this woman that he¿s starting to lose weight and to dye his hair, and he doesn¿t mind in the least making a two-and-a-half hour trip to her house once or twice a week. This time, however, Natalie wants to visit him, but McKnight is somewhat embarrassed by the small cabin he lives in and talks Natalie into meeting him at the Ojibway Hotel in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan. That is the beginning of their troubles. While at the hotel, they meet a strange old man named Simon Grant who befriends them with a bottle of champagne during dinner. Later, the man leaves them a rather bizarre note that says, ¿I know who you are.¿ He then walks out into a snowstorm at night and freezes to death. When McKnight finds out about Simon Grant¿s death, he begins to dig into the old man¿s past to find out who he was and why he left the note. Unbeknownst to McKnight, he opens Pandora¿s Box with his prying and almost gets killed right off the bat, finding himself caught up in a number of unsolved murders that took place decades before. His love for Natalie will be severely tested as he seeks to find the answers that have eluted the police for so long, refusing to give up and finally accepting the fact that he can¿t do it alone. With the help of his two friends, Leon Prudell and Vinnie LeBlanc, McKnight pushes ahead against the advice of others and eventually finds himself, along with Natalie, facing death with no way out! ICE RUN is one of those books you can¿t put down once it¿s started. The reader quickly finds himself/herself caught up in the mystery of Simon Grant¿s life and how Natalie and McKnight are involved with the past connecting to the present, revealing surprises that will change the lives of these two people forever. Author Steve Hamilton is the real deal and knows how to bring each character alive so that the reader is with them each step of the way. He knows how to create an atmosphere of cutting-edge suspense that is tied closely to the coldness of the locale (which is almost a character within itself), each feeding upon the other and building to an avalanche of shocking revelations that not only stuns the lead characters, but the reader as well. Mysteries and suspense thrillers don¿t get much better this. Needless to say, ICE RUN succeeds on every level and should be a contender for the bestseller lists. If you want a new series to get addicted to, then pick-up the ¿Alex McKnight¿ books. I guarantee you¿ll have all six of them read within the first week!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 1, 2004
Steve Hamilton was recently suggested to me as an author I would enjoy. I read this entire series straight through, and it was terrific!!! (Didn't hurt that it's HOT in South Louisiana, and the action takes place mostly in Michigan's Upper Peninsula in the winter!) Alex is a great guy-- much like G.M. Ford's Leo Waterman, only in a parka. He can't let go of a question until he has the answer, and although he doesn't have a lot of friends, he will die before he lets one of them down. Start today with 'A Cold Day in Paradise' and read your way through this great series, now while it's hot outside!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 19, 2004
I have read all the Reachers series and one thing I always wanted was a 'Take us back to when he was in the army' well that's exactly what we got with The Enemy, clever the twists and turns through-out the book had me reading this book in one sitting. Great book Reacher Rocks!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 19, 2004
Alex McKnight is no stranger to having the stuffing beaten out of him. Recovering from wounds obtained while working his last case, he finds that his life away from the world from private investigation will still find a way to drop him in the middle of someone else's trouble. The sea change of looking after his family's holiday cabins in the town of Paradise, Michigan isn't working in the peace like he had hoped it would. Fed up with a relationship that is going nowhere Alex takes the plunge and organises a hotel rendezvous with Natalie Reynaud, a beautiful Canadian woman who has her own reasons to want to live in the shadows for awhile, away from the stresses of being a police officer. It doesn't turn out to be the romantic weekend he had hoped for. Fighting the worst of what winter can throw at him, Alex makes it to the hotel and encounters an elderly gentleman who seems to have been abandoned at the hotel, yet at the same time appears to be quite at home. Returning to their room after dinner the man's distinctive hat is found there, upturned with a bowl of snow inside surrounding a note stating 'I know who you are'. Too late to ask the old man what he means - he has taken a walk in the fierce weather and is later found frozen to death in a snowbank. Where does it go from here? Straight into the murky past of a family feud that dates back generations and murders unsolved. Entry number six in the Alex McKnight series is a winner. Author Steve Hamilton serves it straight up - solid characterization, a quirky plot and a relentless pace all deliver a great read in this successful series. Hamilton strips his narrative of all unnecessary detail and what is left in is both pertinent and entertaining. The character of Alex McKnight is hard not to like and there is sufficient input from the intriguing secondary characters to make you want to search out the other novels. 'Ice Run' functions very well also as a standalone read. Push the cat off the chair and read this one by the fire.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 6, 2004
Steve Hamilton again gives us more than our money's worth with his latest Alex McKnight mystery. His details get me every time. I love that it's in the 80's here and I'm chilly from reading the descriptions of the UP! Alex McKnight is a man's man and the one this woman would love to get to know. Way to go, Steve! Keep up the good work.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 2, 2004
It is January, the first snow storms of the year are falling, and Alex McKnight, former police officer, is in love; and the object of his affection is the mysterious Natalie Reynaud, a Canadian Police officer. Alex and Natalie met after he was present at the death of her partner, and it is soon obvious that Natalie has a lot of emotional baggage and a past that includes sexual abuse from her late stepfather, and a mother who let it happen. When they finally agree to spend their first weekend together an elderly man leaves a hat full of snow outside their bedroom door with a note inside saying ¿I know who you are.¿ The man is found dead the next day ¿ frozen in the snow. The connection between the old man and Natalie¿s past is slowly revealed as the story builds up to it¿s nail-biting climax. Blizzards, white-outs, and freezing cold set the atmospheric thriller as the story hurtles to its conclusion leaving bloody bodies in its wake. Steve Hamilton has written another great story ¿ even though it is the fifth Alex McKnight mystery ¿ this book can be easily read as a stand alone. Joined once again by his friend Vinnie Le Blanc, the two men join forces when Natalie goes missing. Natalie¿s character is very slowly revealed as her past is opened up to us and by the time she goes missing amidst all the violent occurrences and revelations she has become so real that you are on the edge of your seat trying to figure out if she will be safe and who the threat is. Steve Hamilton has not let his fans downWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 15, 2004
Alex McKnight is back and in trouble again! This time he has a love interest, Natalie the Canadian Policer Officer form 'Blood is the Sky' ( Now we know what they got up to New Years Eve eh!) Alex & Natalie meet up at a hotel, when they return from dinner, back to their room, they discover and old hat outside their door, filled with ice and snow, inside they discover a note 'I KNOW WHO YOU ARE'. Is this note directed at Alex or Natalie? Alex wanting to find out more, starts making inquiries leading him deeper and deeper into trouble. Another excellent heart thumping thriller by this authorWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 29, 2004
Alex McKnight owns and operates six cabins in Paradise, Michigan and even though it is March, a snowstorm brings in the tourists who want to go snowmobiling or other sports on the snow. Unable to leave the business, Alex arranges for his girlfriend, Canadian police officer Natalie Reynaud to meet him at the Jojibway Hotel for a special romantic tryst. While there, they meet an old man who is later found dead, frozen in the snow................................. He left behind a hat with a mysterious message inside. When Alex goes to the funeral to pay his last respects to the man, members of his family beat him up. Natalie learns that the message he left behind was meant for her. Her father was killed by that hotel decades ago and the killer was never found. Simon Grant, the man who froze to death, knew what happened as does the rest of his family. When Natalie disappears Alex goes to Canada to find her and sees the murdered body of her mother. He also almost gets killed by one of the Grant men and almost loses his life when he tracks Natalie down in a deserted cabin on Mackinaw Island........................... Steve Hamilton just keeps getting better with every book he writes and his latest work, a compelling, riveting and enthralling thriller is no exception. The hero is a strong willed, independent thinker who will go the extra mile for someone he cares about even when they push him away. ICE RUN is more than an exciting crime thriller, it is a family drama about the sins of the father being visited on the sons......................... Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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