Water like a Stone (Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James Series #11)

Water like a Stone (Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James Series #11)

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by Deborah Crombie, Michael Deehy

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Detective Superintendent Duncan Kincaid and his partner, Sergeant Gemma James, take their sons to picturesque Cheshire for their first family Christmas with Duncan's parents—a holiday both dreaded and anticipated. But not even the charming town of Nantwich and the dreaming canals can mask the tensions in Duncan's family, which are tragically heightened by the

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Detective Superintendent Duncan Kincaid and his partner, Sergeant Gemma James, take their sons to picturesque Cheshire for their first family Christmas with Duncan's parents—a holiday both dreaded and anticipated. But not even the charming town of Nantwich and the dreaming canals can mask the tensions in Duncan's family, which are tragically heightened by the discovery of an infant's body hidden in the wall of an old dairy.

As Duncan and Gemma help the police investigate the infant's death, another murder strikes closer to home, revealing that far from being idyllic, Duncan's childhood paradise holds dark and deadly secrets . . . secrets that threaten everything and everyone Duncan and Gemma hold most dear.

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Publishers Weekly
The start of Crombie's solid 11th contemporary police procedural featuring Duncan Kincaid of Scotland Yard and Gemma James of the Notting Hill Metropolitan Police (after 2004's In a Dark House) finds the two detectives, also romantic partners, in the English countryside with their children to celebrate Christmas with Kincaid's family. But the trip turns into a busman's holiday when Kincaid's sister, Juliet Newcombe, finds the mummified corpse of an infant in the wall of a building she's renovating. That discovery proves but the first of many mysteries that soon invade the quiet Cheshire community-a woman who once worked as a social worker is murdered, and Juliet finds evidence that her own husband and his partner may be embezzlers. Crombie's combination of the fair-play whodunit with a psychological examination of her characters may remind some readers of P.D. James, but her sleuths lack the depth of James's Commander Dalgleish. (Feb.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal

After Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James arrive at the Cheshire home of Duncan's parents, he must leave to help his sister, who has found the body of a small child walled up in a barn she is renovating. Because both Kincaid and James are high-ranking police detectives in London, it is natural that they feel the pull of the investigation, but the Kincaid family requires their attention as well. Duncan's sister is being accused of infidelity, and her new construction business is shaky at best. Her husband is a control freak and causes much dissention among the children and his in-laws. When two more deaths occur, it slowly becomes evident that they are linked. As with other works by Crombie, the puzzle of the story is as important as the characters involved. She manages to weave a complex tale around simple details of people's lives. Because she is an American writing about the police in Great Britain, she is often compared to Elizabeth George and Martha Grimes. However, she is so good at illustrating the plight of the average person in modern cultural and economic situations beyond the control of any individual that she reads more like Stephen Booth. Crombie lives in a small northern Texas town. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ10/1/06.]

—Jo Ann Vicarel Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Kirkus Reviews
Christmas dinner will just have to wait for murder. Scotland Yard inspectors Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James, along with his son Kit and her son Toby, barely get through the door of Duncan's parents' house in Cheshire for a holiday visit when his sister Juliet, a building renovator, calls him out to her job site, where she's uncovered the body of a baby mortared into a barn wall. While Duncan and Ronnie Babcock, an inspector in the local CID, try to identify it, young Kit finds the corpse of his friend Annie Lebow, a retired social worker who's been living on a narrowboat. The discovery revives nightmare memories of his own mother's death. The Wains, narrowboaters and former clients of Annie's, are determined to keep mum about their run-ins with Social Services. Meanwhile, Juliet's marriage disintegrates under the gleeful eye of her husband's business partner Piers, whose son Leo, together with Juliet's daughter Lally, seem determined to corrupt young Kit. Duncan, hard-pressed to soothe Kit, placates Gemma (who's angered that she's babysitting instead of participating in the murder investigation), defends his sister, works the two cases and eventually discovers something rather unsurprising-that family reunions are less friendly than one might expect. The narrowboats are intriguing, and it's comforting to think that Gemma and Duncan are together for the long haul, but Crombie needs to curb her love for red herrings, which swell her plot to fantastic proportions.

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Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James Series, #11

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Water Like a Stone

A Novel
By Deborah Crombie

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2007 Deborah Crombie
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780060525279

Chapter One


Gemma James would never have thought that two adults, two children, and two dogs, all crammed into a small car along with a week's worth of luggage and assorted Christmas presents, could produce such a palpable silence.

It was Christmas Eve, and they'd left London as soon as she and her partner, Duncan Kincaid, could get away from their respective offices, his at New Scotland Yard, hers at the Notting Hill Division of the Metropolitan Police. They had both managed a long-overdue week's break from their jobs and were on their way to spend the holiday with Duncan's family in Cheshire, a prospect that Gemma viewed with more than a little trepidation.

In the backseat, her five-year-old son, Toby, had at last fallen asleep, his blond head tilted to one side, his small body sagging against the seat belt with the abandon managed only by the very young. Geordie, Gemma's cocker spaniel, was sprawled half in the boy's lap, snoring slightly.

Next to Toby sat Kit, Duncan's thirteen-year-old, with his little terrier, Tess, curled up beside him. Unlike Toby, Kit was awake and ominously quiet. Their anticipated holiday had begun with a row, and Kit had shown no inclination to put his sense of injury aside.

Gemma sighed involuntarily, and Kincaid glanced at her from the passenger seat.

"Ready for abreak?" he asked. "I'd be glad to take over."

As a single fat raindrop splashed against the windscreen and crawled up the glass, Gemma saw that the heavy clouds to the north had sunk down to the horizon and were fast obliterating the last of the daylight. They'd crawled up the M6 past Birmingham in a stop-and-start queue of holiday traffic, and only now were they getting up to a decent speed. "I think there's one more stop before we leave the motorway. We can switch there." Reluctant as she was to stop, Gemma had no desire to navigate her way through the wilds of Cheshire in the dark.

"Nantwich is less than ten miles from the motorway," Kincaid said with a grin, answering her unspoken thought.

"It's still country in between." Gemma made a face. "Cows. Mud. Manure. Bugs."

"No bugs this time of year," he corrected.

"Besides," Gemma continued, undeterred, "your parents don't live in the town. They live on a farm." The word was weighted with horror.

"It's not a working farm," Kincaid said, as if that made all the difference. "Although there is a dairy next door, and sometimes the smell does tend to drift a bit."

His parents owned a bookshop in the market town of Nantwich, but lived in an old farm-house a few miles to the north. Kincaid had grown up there, along with his younger sister, Juliet, and as long as Gemma had known him he'd talked about the place as if it were heaven on earth.

By contrast, having grown up in North London, Gemma never felt really comfortable out of range of lights and people, and she wasn't buying his glowing advertisements for country life. Nor was she thrilled about leaving their home. She had so looked forward to a Christmas unmarred by the calamities that had shadowed last year's holidays, their first in the Notting Hill house. And she felt the children needed the security of a Christmas at home, especially Kit.

Especially Kit. She glanced in the rearview mirror. He hadn't joined in their banter, and his face was still and implacable as he gazed out the window at the rolling Cheshire hills.

That morning, as Gemma had attempted a last-minute sort through a week's worth of neglected post, she'd come across a letter addressed to Kincaid and bearing Kit's school insignia. She'd ripped it open absently, expecting a fund-raising request or an announcement of some school activity. Then she'd stood in the kitchen, frozen with shock as she scanned the contents. It was from Kit's head teacher, informing Kincaid of her concern over the recent drop in Kit's academic performance and requesting that he schedule a conference after the holiday. Previous notes sent home with Kit by his teachers, the head had added, had come back with signatures the staff suspected had been forged.

Gemma had waited with tight-lipped restraint until Kincaid got home, then they'd confronted Kit together.

Things had not gone well. Kincaid, his anger fueled as much by Kit's duplicity as by concern over the boy's school performance, had shouted at his son while Toby and the dogs had cowered in the background. Kit had gone white and balled into himself as defensively as a threatened hedgehog, and Gemma found herself the peacemaker.

"It's too late to ring the head now," she'd said. "We'll have to wait until term takes up again after the holidays. Why don't we all calm down and not let this spoil our trip." Glancing at her watch, she added, "And if we don't get off soon, we'll never make it to your parents' in time for tonight's dinner."

Kincaid had turned away with a shrug of disgust to load the last of the luggage, and Kit had retreated into the stony silence he'd maintained since. It was ironic, Gemma thought, that although it was Kit who'd been called on the carpet, she felt that she and Duncan were the ones who had failed. They should have discussed how to handle things before they talked to Kit; perhaps they should even have spoken to the head teacher before tackling the boy.

Having recently come to at least a temporary resolution in the custody battle with Kit's maternal grandparents that had consumed much of their last year, they'd allowed themselves to be lulled into a false sense of security. Kit had at last agreed to have his DNA tested, and when a match proved Duncan was his biological father, the court had awarded him custody dependent on the continuing evaluation of the boy's well-being and the stability of his home life.


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