The Singing of the Dead (Kate Shugak Series #11) [NOOK Book]

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Kate Shugak hires onto the staff of a political campaign to work security for a Native woman running for state senator. The candidate has been receiving anonymous threats, and Kate, who went to college with two of the staffers, is to become her shadow, watching the crowds at rallies and fundraisers. But just as she's getting started the campaign is rocked by the murder of their staff researcher, who, Kate discovers, was in possession of some damning information about the pasts of both candidates. In order to ...
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Kate Shugak hires onto the staff of a political campaign to work security for a Native woman running for state senator. The candidate has been receiving anonymous threats, and Kate, who went to college with two of the staffers, is to become her shadow, watching the crowds at rallies and fundraisers. But just as she's getting started the campaign is rocked by the murder of their staff researcher, who, Kate discovers, was in possession of some damning information about the pasts of both candidates. In order to track the killer, Kate will have to delve into the past, in particular the grisly murder of a "good-time girl" during the Klondike Gold Rush in 1915. Little can she guess the impact a ninety-year-old unsolved case could have on a modern-day psychotic killer.


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After a series of devastating events rock her life, Aleutian PI Kate Shugak signs on for what should be an easy assignment. Her job is to handle security for a native woman running for state senator, who's been bothered by anonymous threats. But no sooner does she get started than the campaign is rocked by the murder of a campaign staffer, who's been passing incriminating information about both of the candidates' pasts. It's all very ugly and it's about to get uglier still, as Kate tracks a killer whose vendetta goes all the way back to the Klondike Gold Rush-and a good-time girl's grisly murder.
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HThe background of a hard-fought political campaign in Alaska (where "in a gathering of four people there are five marriages, six divorces, and seven political parties") and the devastating effect of a century-old scandal on the candidates gives even greater depth than usual to Stabenow's 11th Kate Shugak mystery. Kate, slowly recovering from the death of her lover, Jack Morgan, in 2000's Midnight Come Again, is hired as a security expert by Anne Gordaoff, a state senate candidate of partial Native heritage who has received threatening letters. Also appealing to Kate for protection is Jack's teenage son, Johnny, who has run away from his abusive mother. When Gordaoff's future son-in-law and a woman doing background research for Gordaoff are murdered, Kate joins state trooper Jim Chopin and local police chief Ken Hazen in the investigation. The novel shifts effortlessly between the present and the past, tracing the career of one of the state's most notorious "good time girls" from the gold mining era. The author paints a strong, striking picture of the tough life in Alaska 100 years ago and the narrow choice offered women housekeeper or whore. The character of Angel Beecham, known as the Dawson Darling, is compellingly portrayed as a complex woman whose relationship to the contemporary characters is slyly revealed in the epilogue (but wait until you've finished the book to read it). With well-drawn characters, splendid scenery and an insider's knowledge of Alaskan history and politics, this fine novel ranks as one of Stabenow's best. (May 15) Forecast: Striking but rather generic jacket art may attract non-mystery readers, and planned national publicity should push Stabenow out of the "regional" category. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Although still recovering from the death of her lover over a year ago, native Alaskan P.I. Kate Shugak accepts a job working security for political candidate Anne Gordaoff, who has been receiving threats. On the campaign trail, Gordaoff's fundraiser and then her researcher are murdered. A parallel tale of early 20th-century Alaska history is also unwinding, which chronicles the life and eventual murder of a beautiful Klondike prostitute. The story lines inevitably converge to reveal how events long past relate to the current crimes. This is the 11th book and a solid entry in this highly regarded and much-loved series. Reader Marguerite Gavin has a vocal range more than adequate to convey Kate and friends in all their diversity. Highly recommended. Kristen L. Smith, Loras Coll. Lib., Dubuque, IA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Her friends (surprising in number considering her antisocial tendencies) are treating Kate Shugak like fragile goods—but, as her 11th adventure demonstrates, she's stamped "Expedite Delivery (or Else)." Back in Niniltna, still grieving over Jack Morgan, Kate (Midnight Come Again, 2000, etc.) takes on new responsibilities. First, there's Jack's son Johnny, who has hitchhiked to Alaska. Kate stashes him with Ethan Int-Hout, her sort-of stepbrother and first crush. Then there's Anne Gordaoff, a Native American running for state senate against the incumbent, Alaskan aristocrat Peter Heiman. When Anne receives threatening notes, her win-at-all-costs campaign manager, Darlene Shelikof, hires Kate to guard her. While Kate tries to decide what she dislikes more—Darlene or the campaign trail—someone performs coitus interruptus with a pistol on Anne's future son-in-law, Jeff Hosford. Hosford not only called Kate "a cute little thing" but also hid connections to Heiman. Then another threatening note arrives, narrowing the field of suspects to the Gordaoff inner circle. Kate rousts them, to find staff researcher Paula Pawlowski murdered. Materials used for the notes are found at Paula's house, but Kate remembers Paula ‘s excitement at discovering, while she was researching both candidates' family histories, the murder of a prostitute during the Klondike Gold Rush. The incident, though great material for Paula's novel (and Stabenow's), could well prove deadly knowledge 85 years later. Apart for one misstep, Kate foils the note-writer and the murderer without much effort. Her relationships, however, remain as unresolved as the prostitute's ancient murder.
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"One of Stabenow's best."--Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"Dana Stabenow excels at evoking the bleakness and beauty of the far north."--Seattle Times/Post Intelligencer

"If you haven't discovered this splendid North Country series, now is the time...highly entertaining."--USA Today

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429909150
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2007
  • Series: Kate Shugak Series , #11
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 33,032
  • File size: 498 KB

Meet the Author


Dana Stabenow is the New York Times bestselling author of the Kate Shugak mysteries and the Liam Campbell mysteries, as well as a few science fiction and thriller novels. Her book A Cold Day for Murder won an Edgar Award in 1994. Stabenow was born in Anchorage, Alaska and raised on a 75-foot fish tender in the Gulf of Alaska. She has a B.A. in journalism and an M.F.A. in writing from the University of Alaska. She has worked as an egg counter and bookkeeper for a seafood company, and worked on the TransAlaska pipeline before becoming a full-time writer. She continues to live in Alaska.
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Chapter One


I'M WATCHING YOU.

    "That's all?" Jim Chopin said.

    Darlene Shelikof handed over a manila file folder, and Jim leafed through half a dozen similar missives, all on eight-and-a-half-by-eleven-inch sheets of plain white paper folded in thirds.

    He held one up to the light and read the watermark out loud. "Esleeck Emco Bond, twenty-five percent cotton content." He lowered his arm. "Available by the ream from Costco at six-seventy-nine a pop, the last time I looked."

    "Can't you tell something from the writing?"

    He shuffled through the sheets again. "Looks like he—or she—used a black Marksalot."

    I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.

    "The big block printing is an obvious attempt to disguise the handwriting."

    ABORTION IS MUDRER.

    "I take it Anne's pro-choice?"

    "She started the family-planning clinic in Ahtna."

    "That does tend to make the nuts fall from the tree." He held the letter closer. "Probably printed with the left hand, or whatever hand is not their hand of choice in writing poison-pen letters. Also, he can't spell."

    YOUR HUSBANDS CUTE.

    Jim's eyebrows went up. "Is he?"

    Darlene smiled. "Not as cute as you are, Jim."

    His smile was swift and predatory in return. "Why, Darlene, I didn't know youcared." Even to himself the words sounded formulaic, and tired as well, and he looked back down at the file. Well, hell, he was tired. It had been a long week, what with a rape in Slana, a death by arson in Copper Center, and a suicide by cop in Valdez that he would have missed if he hadn't had to overfly Cordova due to weather and overnight on the Valdez chief of police's couch. He focused on the papers in his hand.

    YOUR DAUGHTER WEARS HER SKIRTS TOO

    The writer had written in letters so large he or she had run out of room before finishing his or her thought, and had had to add "SHORT" in smaller letters in the lower right-hand corner of the paper.

    STAY HOME AND TAKE CARE OF YOUR KIDS.

    "Ah, a traditionalist," Jim said.

    The seventh letter was more direct. RUN FOR SENATOR AND ILL KILL YOU.

    He held it up so she could read it. "This the one that made you bring them all in?"

    She nodded. "They've been coming in one at a time ever since she announced. Then last week, we got two."

    "All date-stamped except the first one, and you kept the envelope for that one, too. Smart," Jim said. "We appreciate smart in law enforcement."

    She smiled again.

    He examined the envelopes, all of them stapled to the backs of the letters. "All postmarked Ahtna. Well, I'll give the post office there a call. You never know, somebody might have noticed something."

    "You don't sound very optimistic."

    "I'm not. The Ahtna post office handles all the mail that goes into and comes out of the Park. That's, what, three thousand people, a little less? And these are pretty anonymous letters, Darlene."

    "What about the handwriting? Isn't there an expert you can send them to, figure out who wrote them?"

    "Sure, and I will," he said, stuffing them into an evidence bag. "Today. But unless and until the state crime lab already has a sample of the perp's writing to compare them to, we're SOL as far as identifying the writer."

    "What about fingerprints?"

    He looked at her. What he wanted to say was, "You've been watching too much television," but what he said instead, patiently, was, "Who opened these?"

    "The candidate, the first one." She thought. "The rest were opened by volunteers, I think. Oh."

    "Right. And then they got passed up or down the food chain to you, and then your assistant had to file them. There are probably ten sets on fingerprints on every letter, and we can't even be sure that every letter has the same set of ten." He sealed the bag. "Have you fingerprinted your staff?"

    An expression of revulsion crossed her face. It was a very nice face otherwise, black eyes set in a broad, flat face with a tiny pug nose and a merry mouth, hair in a permed black frizz standing out around it. She was thick through the body and short, although her erect posture made her seem taller. She carried weight, did Darlene Shelikof, and not necessarily just body weight. Her jeans were faded but clean, the blazer over it a conservative navy blue, the shirt beneath a paler blue and open at the throat. Ivory dangled from her ears and adorned her lapel and both wrists.

    She had been leaning forward, just a little, and now she leaned back, just a little, not enough to give the impression she was in any way relaxed. "What about protection?"

    "What about it?"

    For the first time she allowed herself to look angry. He admired her control. "How much can you give us?"

    "Darlene, you worked for the AG. You know exactly how much protection we can give you."

    Her mouth thinned. "The threats are escalating, in delivery and in degree."

    "Yes."

    "Chances are he—or she—will try to make contact."

    "Chances are he—or she—already has."

    "What do you mean?"

    He shrugged. "How long has Anne been on the campaign trail? She announced in June, didn't she?"

    "Yes."

    "What day in June?"

    "The sixteenth."

    "The first of those envelopes is dated June twenty-seventh."

    She thought about it. "So he's been following her since the beginning?"

    "That'd be my guess. She's been doing the usual things politicians do, going to church in Chitina, walking the bars in Cordova, shaking hands and kissing babies and promising to throw the bums out, like they all do." Darlene looked indignant. He waved away whatever comment she had been about to make about her candidate being all new and improved and completely different. He'd been an Alaska state trooper for going on twenty years; he'd seen a lot of political campaigns whistle-stop through; he had seen every single candidate of every political party (and in Alaska there were about seventeen separate and distinct political parties with more springing up every year), and he had seen every successful candidate as a first order of Juneau business cuddle up with the lobbyist with the most money to spend. Call him a cynic, but he didn't see anything changing just because this candidate was a woman and a Native and homegrown.

    Juneau seemed to have that inevitable and invariable effect on elected officials, he reflected. Or maybe it was just political office everywhere, because the nation as a whole seemed to be in about the same shape. Substitute Washington, D.C. for Juneau and what did you get? Bill Clinton for president. Jesus. It wasn't that Clinton was a rounder that bothered him so much, it was that he'd been so awful goddamn inept at it. If you're going to philander, he thought now, for crissake do it with some style.

    "So we have to wait until he takes a shot at her before you'll do anything?" Darlene said.

    "It's a big step from writing a nasty letter to someone popping off with a thirty-ought-six." He held up a hand to forestall further commentary. "What I will do is put the word out to all the local law enforcement agencies that your candidate's getting hate mail, that it's personal, and, yes, that it is increasing in amount and degree."

    She gave an impatient snort. "What's that get us?"

    He was starting to get a little annoyed. "Nothing, if you don't call ahead to let the local agencies know when you'll be there."

    She glared, and he sighed to himself. No point in getting the person who was very probably going to sit at the right hand of the next senator from District 41 mad at him. "I'll e-mail all the troopers in the area, and all the police chiefs. I'll give you a list of names and numbers, and I'll tell them you'll call when you know your candidate will be speaking in their jurisdiction. You need to call every time, Darlene," he said with quiet force. "They can't plan to look out for you if they don't know you're coming. They've got jobs, full-time ones, already." He thought about the suicide by cop in Valdez. "Full-time jobs," he repeated. "You releasing this information to the press?" She hesitated, and he groaned. "Don't tell me you think that this is going to get her the sympathy vote?"

    She had the grace to flush.

    "All you'll do is get him off," he warned. "That's what he wants, attention, film at eleven."

    "Or she," she reminded him.

    He looked at her in sudden suspicion. She read his thought before he could speak it out loud. "Fuck you, Chopin," she said, her voice rising.

    "Okay," he said, patting the air. "Okay. Sorry. Just a thought, a dumb one, I admit, but—"

    "As if I would—as if Anne would—just fuck you, Chopin!" She shot to her feet and marched to the door. Hand on the knob, she turned and said, spitting the words like knives, "Thanks for nothing. If—when Anne gets into office, if this asshole doesn't kill her first, we'll remember this when it comes time to look at the budget for the Department of Public Safety. I'd say trooper salaries and step rates for Bush posts are way overdue for review."

    "Darlene!"

    His voice, cracking like a whip, stopped her halfway out the door. She looked back, very ready to escalate hostilities.

    "If you're that worried, if you really think Anne's in danger ..."

    She didn't move. "What?"

    "What about hiring security for the campaign?"

    "You mean like guards?"

    "I mean like one guard." The one he was thinking of wouldn't need any help.

    She let go of the handle, and the door hissed closed on its hydraulic hinge. "You suggesting someone in particular?"

    He just looked at her and, being a well-trained law enforcement professional of intensive and lengthy experience, was able to pinpoint the exact moment when realization dawned.

    Also because she said, "Oh fuck, no."

    "She knows the Park," Jim said. "Who she isn't related to she's drinking buddies with." He thought of Amanda and Chick, Bobby and Dinah, Bernie. Old Sam, the quintessential Alaskan old fart, Auntie Vi, the quintessential Alaskan old fartette. Dan O'Brien, the only national-park ranger in Alaska to survive the change of federal administrations and gain the affection if not the actual respect of Park rats. George Perry the air taxi pilot, next to whom Jim had stood on that airstrip south of Denali last September. He banished that memory the next instant, or told himself he had. "If she was a drinking kind of woman, that is."

    "Not her."

    "She's probably related to Anne, come to that."

    Darlene's voice rose. "Not her, Jim."

    He was surprised at her vehemence. "Who else?" he said. "She's a teetotaler. She a local. She's a Native. She has a reputation—"

    "Oh yeah, she's got a reputation, all right, a well-deserved one."

    "Took the words right out of my mouth." Curious, the curse of any good cop, he went fishing. "You sound like you know her."

    She opened her mouth, met his eyes, and closed it again. "I knew her," she said at last.

    He waited hopefully. No weapon in the cop's arsenal worked better than the expectant silence.

    "We went to school together."

    He raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know you were from Niniltna."

    "In Fairbanks. UAF."

    He gave a neutral kind of grunt, and waited again. In the ensuing stony silence, he wondered why the feud. If one person hating a second person who, so far as Jim knew, was indifferent to the first person's existence, could be called a feud. Did Kate crib from Darlene's test? Wear Darlene's favorite sweater without permission? Steal Darlene's boyfriend? It irritated him that he would like to know, to add to his fund of Kate Shugak lore. Said irritation moved him to say, "Just a suggestion."

    "A bad one," she snapped.

    "No," he said, suddenly weary. "Just a suggestion."

ROYAL SURVIVOR
THE LIFE OF CHARLES II


By Stephen Coote

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Copyright © 1999 Stephen Coote. All rights reserved.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent Alaskan mystery

    Jack died over a year ago but Kate remains in shock as she still feels the pain of his death as if it happened yesterday. A former police officer and sometimes private detective Kate Shugak, a full-blooded Inuit, harbors her dead lover's teenage white son Johnny. The fourteen-year old young adult refuses to live in the lower forty-eight states 0or reside with his mother who hates Kate. <P>With another mouth to feed and potential future legal fees, Kate leaves Johnny on the homestead to accept work as a bodyguard to Anne Gordaoff, a senatorial candidate. Anne has been receiving escalating threats that require her to hire Kate. While Kate protects her client, someone murders The candidate¿s son-in-law and a staffer leaving it up to Kate to unravel the truth before someone else is hurt. <P> The latest Shugak novel gives readers an early twentieth century Alaskan history lesson and how past events three generations ago relate to the present murders. The mystery is cleverly developed and the sexual tension between Kate and Trooper Jim is so thick the murder weapon cannot slice through it. That 'non-relationship' bears future watching as Dana Stabenow continues to provide her audience with tales they enjoy reading. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted February 19, 2012

    Can't get any better

    I love this series so much I'm at the point of starting to ration the books so I don't catch up too quickly. I don't see how the author could improve on Kate Shugak, her life and her friends. Another reviewer has disclosed the plot sufficently, so I needn't go into that. Lee Childs' Jack Reacher series has been my longtime favorite, but Dana Stabenow is now tied for favorite. Anyone who likes murder mystery series, especially any with a great female protagonist and a good sprinkling of humor and sex in the mix, should definitely get crackin' on these!

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  • Posted September 29, 2011

    Highly Recommend

    Just another wonderful story in a great series! Highly recommend this series. Having just visited Alaska this year, Ms. Stabenow really brings it all to life again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2013

    Good

    Great as always.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    GREAT BOOK!!

    I couldn't put it down! Another great mystery from my favorite author!

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  • Posted March 4, 2012

    love this series

    Reading all books in this series. love the story love the history

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2009

    Stabenow and Shugak Do It Again

    A definite page-turner. I appreciate Stabenow's continuation of the story of Kate Shugak, and learning more about Kate's history at the same time. I especially loved the little twist of history at the end of the book.

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