The Marble Mask (Joe Gunther Series #11)

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Joe Gunther, a Brattleboro, Vermont, cop, is the head of the new Vermont Bureau of Investigation (VBI), a joint task force charged with statewide responsibility for major crimes. In The Marble Mask, the VBI's first case takes the force north to Stowe, where a 50-year-old corpse has turned up in a crevasse on Mt. Mansfield. Some of the more interesting minor characters in author Archer Mayor's long-running series about the amiable elder sleuth make return appearances here as Joe's teammates—like one-armed Willy, a...

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Joe Gunther, a Brattleboro, Vermont, cop, is the head of the new Vermont Bureau of Investigation (VBI), a joint task force charged with statewide responsibility for major crimes. In The Marble Mask, the VBI's first case takes the force north to Stowe, where a 50-year-old corpse has turned up in a crevasse on Mt. Mansfield. Some of the more interesting minor characters in author Archer Mayor's long-running series about the amiable elder sleuth make return appearances here as Joe's teammates—like one-armed Willy, a former wife-beater who's now playing footsie with Sammie Martens, one of Joe's favorite colleagues. When the frozen stiff turns out to be a (formerly) big-time Canadian crime boss named Jean Deschamps, who disappeared after World War II, Joe and his gang cross the border to work with the Mounties, the Sûreté, and the local cops in Sherbrooke, where Deschamps's son Marcel is involved in a turf war with the Hell's Angels and a rival gang of thugs. Old secrets and intrigues come to light while an intricate plan to frame a dying man for a crime half a century old forms an interesting puzzle that's not fully revealed until the last couple of pages.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A new appointment for police detective Joe Gunther of Brattleboro as field commander of the newly formed Vermont Bureau of Investigation gives his 11th appearance (following Occam's Razor) broader scope in this fine procedural series. Designed to be "a small, elite unit" composed of the cream from Vermont's 68 separate law enforcement agencies, the VBI exists only on paper until the frozen body of a hiker is found on Mt. Mansfield. The "hiker," Jean Deschamps of Sherbrooke, Quebec, turns out to be a very unusual homicide victim. His body appears to have been on ice--literally--since his murder in 1947. Gunther quickly assembles his first ad hoc team, which includes old colleagues Sammie Martens and Willy Kunkle, as well as newcomers Paul Spraiger and Tom Shanklin. And since Deschamps was Canadian, liaison with Canadian law enforcement is also necessary. Deschamps was head of a notorious crime family in Sherbrooke until his unexplained disappearance in 1947. His reappearance threatens to disrupt a fragile peace between that family, now headed by Deschamps's son, Marcel, and the Sherbrooke Hells Angels. Combining fieldwork (including a dangerous mountainside search) and dogged digging, the team delves into ancient rivalries and murders with roots going back to WWII, but threatening to erupt into fresh violence. This is a thoroughly entertaining police procedural--imaginatively conceived and executed with the polish Mayor has honed over the life of the series. (Oct.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Kirkus Reviews
The newly minted Vermont Bureau of Investigation, with Special Agent Joe Gunther second in command, gets the perfect starter case. It's strange, its major, and it's something none of the other, more mundane law enforcement agencies are dying to claim. A dead man found high in the mountains over Stowe turns out to have been murdered, um, quite some time ago. Clad in clothes stylish 50 years back, the mummified victim, an ice-pick puncture wound in its heart, was once Jean Deschamps, according to his 1947 Canadian driver's license. And thereby hangs a saga, replete with unexpected twists involving chicanery, betrayals, homicides, and police on both sides of the border. Investigation makes it clear in a hurry that Deschamps was no mere ski-happy tourist. Powerful, ruthless, brilliant in his own way, he was a significant, if shadowy, figure in the annals of postwar gangsters. So what was he doing by his lonesome in the Stowe mountains? And why, if he was so important, was there something less than a hue and cry raised about his disappearance? Good questions, all of them, for Joe and his tyro task force to address while dealing as well with the kind of political infighting that makes Joe's newly bureaucratic beat so tough, and his dilemmas so interesting.
Clark Cox
Archer Mayor is the very model of a modern hard-boiled detective writer.
Les Roberts
His sense of place is as good as any extant mystery author, and his characters, especially the bad guys and the suspects, are brilliantly painted.
Jane Dickinson
Time warp murder is an intriguing conceit […] Gunther's a sweetie and Vermont is, well, quaint.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780979861307
  • Publisher: AMPress
  • Publication date: 1/1/2007
  • Series: Joe Gunther Series, #11
  • Pages: 264
  • Sales rank: 815,843
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Archer Mayor has been on the New York Times Bestseller list. He is a winner of the New England Booksellers Association/NEBA Award for Best Fiction. — the first time a writer of crime literature was so honored. His Joe Gunther detective series is one of the most enduring and critically acclaimed police procedural series being written today.

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Chapter One

Joe. You still there? Talk to me, buddy."

I didn't open my eyes. It was so dark I felt if I did, more light might fall out than enter, sapping what little energy I had left. I remembered having the same sensation once as a kid, when my brother Leo and I had hidden in one of our father's grain boxes in the barn, closed the cover over us, and shut out all light and air. Lack of oxygen hadn't been the issue, though-we were out of there, pale and laughing too loudly, long before suffocation became a threat.

It was darkness that had defeated us-invasive, all-absorbing, reaching in through our wide-open eyes to extract whatever was keeping us alive. Squeezing my lids shut had been like hanging on to a cliff edge with my fingertips.

Which paradoxically made me wonder if suffocation could be a problem here, entombed as I was. Certainly I felt sleepy, which I'd heard was one of the signs, but then that counted for cold, too, and God knows I was cold.

"Joe? We need to know if you're still okay. Give us an indicator at least-hit the transmit button a couple of times if you don't feel like talking."

I really didn't. I was talked out-talking to them, talking to myself. I wasn't even sure where the radio was anymore. I'd shoved it under my coat when I'd pulled my arms out of the sleeves to turn my parka into a thermal straightjacket and better preserve my body heat. Besides, assuming I could find it, I doubted my fingers could operate the damn thing. That was probably why they'd told me to just hit the transmit button-they were guessing I was almost gone.

I thought about that for a moment, which was no meanfeat in itself. My mind had been wandering for hours, easily bringing up images of my parents, life on the farm, Leo, times during combat I'd thought were the coldest a man could endure.

Until tonight.

But pondering the here and now was both a challenge and a bore-an impediment to more pleasant things. The vague memory that I hadn't lost the radio at all, but was still holding it in a numb and senseless hand, barely caused a flicker of concern. I was far too busy leafing through my life's album, evoking sunny, hot, open places.

And pictures of Gail.

I saw her above me, straddling my hips as I lay on the floor, her eyes narrowed, her mouth open just slightly. There was a faint shimmer of sweat on her upper lip as she raised her arms slowly, smoothly, and stripped off her T-shirt.

"Joe? It's Willy. Hang in there, pal. You croak, they'll nail me for sure. Don't be so goddamned self-centered."

What a guy, I thought-always the right word at the right time. What must his parents have been like?

I tried retrieving that last image of just seconds ago, remembering only that it had been of something pleasant and warm. I was beginning to feel warm again myself, in fact. At long last.

"Won't be too much longer," Willy resumed. "They say the storm's almost over-at least enough to try another sortie. Give us some kind of signal, though, will you? This playing coy shit is driving me nuts."

He'd always been an impatient man-always in a hurry and with nowhere to go. Not like Sammie, for example, equally driven but headed straight up the professional ladder.

Gail was ambitious, too, although a lot more complicated-one of the reasons we no longer lived together. Not that the love could be diminished-no matter the test.

I furrowed my brow, or thought I did. Sam and Willy and Gail and I were becoming blurred in my mind. Maybe there were similarities I'd never glimpsed before-he and I sort of stuck in our ways, the two women either using us as anchors, or fighting the pull of our inertia.

Surely there had to be more to it than that.

The radio spoke again, sounding like the last man to enter a noisy, crowded room-too far off to be understood. And I had too much to ponder anyway.

Let it go, I thought. Let me be.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Exciting Gunther police procedural

    <P>Former Brattlesboro police chief Joe Gunther knows that finesse and politeness are critical if the newly formed Vermont Bureau of Investigation (VBI) is to succeed. Joe, being a former town cop, knows that the locals will not appreciate outsiders from the state. As a matter of truth, the VBI has been mired under bureaucratic inertia until the Governor, answering a reporter¿s question, publicly assigns its first case even if the Stowe police chief has not asked for help. <P>The body of Canadian Jean Deschamps has been found frozen on the side of Mt. Mansfield. Someone with surgical skills amputated his feet and an arm, and punctured his heart. To Joe, the victim seems more like a frozen fossil since he has been iced for over five decades. As Joe and his crack team investigate the homicide, he also needs to massage the egos of the local law enforcement team, the Canadian liaison, the media, and the public expectations of the VBI¿s capabilities. At the same time, the threat of gang warfare in Jean¿s home province of Quebec increases the pressure to expeditiously solve the case. <P> The eleventh Gunther mystery is a dramatic change in the star¿s role as he switches from local policing to state law enforcement. The change is smoothly done as Joe¿s inner values and methodology remain the same, but the type of case and the political implications have moved to a higher level. THE MARBLE MASK is a strong police procedural that will excite fans of the series with its fascinating plot that combines a solid investigation with puissant external interests hampering the inquiry. Taking a risk, Archer Mayor continues to be a leading light of the New England regional mystery. <P>Harriet Klausner

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