Alpha Alpine: An Emma Lord Mystery

Alpha Alpine: An Emma Lord Mystery

by Mary Daheim

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Emma Lord is back and better than ever! This time around, the amateur detective partners up with a rookie sleuth to investigate a string of murders in her beloved Alpine, Washington.

For a small town nestled in the Cascade Mountains’ foothills, picturesque Alpine provides more than enough headlines to fill the pages of editor and publisher Emma Lord’s Alpine Advocate. The Labor Day edition’s lead story features controversial timber baron Jack Blackwell’s scheme to become Skykomish county manager. But the recent strangling deaths of two young women are all anyone can talk about.

After a third body is found, Emma’s husband, Sheriff Milo Dodge, suspects there’s a serial killer in their midst. The latest victim is the sister of a dashing newcomer rumored to be working for Blackwell. “Black Jack,” as he’s known to his non-admirers, has a long-standing rivalry with Milo. To discover if there’s any connection between the mogul and the murders, Emma recruits the Advocate’s receptionist, Alison Lindahl, to do a little digging. 

Still recovering from a recent breakup, Alison welcomes the distraction. But when the investigation puts the eager protégé in the line of fire, Emma worries that the cub reporter’s career will be over before it even begins.

Praise for Alpha Alpine

“Part of what makes this series so great is touching base with the characters, returning to the idyllic locale of Alpine, and spying on all the drama and mayhem. . . . Fans of Emma Lord will love this one, but this one might [also] be a great place for people who haven’t read the series to jump on board.”—The Book Review

“Full of drama and action . . . I really tried to slow down and savor this book, but that was almost impossible. . . . I am already anxiously waiting for the next Emma Lord Mystery.”—Escape with Dollycas

“I always know I can count on a good read with a Mary Daheim book.”—My Merri Way

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780399594809
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/12/2017
Series: Emma Lord Series , #27
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 310
Sales rank: 67,496
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Mary Richardson Daheim started spinning stories before she could spell. Daheim has been a journalist, an editor, a public relations consultant, and a freelance writer, but fiction was always her medium of choice. In 1982, she launched a career that is now distinguished by more than sixty novels. In 2000, she won the Literary Achievement Award from the Pacific Northwest Writers Association. In October 2008, she was inducted into the University of Washington’s Communication Alumni Hall of Fame. Daheim lives in her hometown of Seattle and is a direct descendant of former residents of the real Alpine, which existed as a logging town from 1910 to 1929, when it was abandoned after the mill was closed. The Alpine/Emma Lord series has created interest in the site, which was named a Washington State ghost town in July 2011. An organization called the Alpine Advocates has been formed to preserve what remains of the town as a historic site.

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Chapter 1

I couldn’t believe my ears. Maybe I was going deaf. As editor and publisher of The Alpine Advocate, I’ve heard some startling revelations, but this one almost zapped me through the roof of the cubbyhole I call my office. I gaped at Vida Runkel, my House & Home editor. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, Emma, I’m going to retire,” she repeated, her imposing figure moving closer to my cluttered desk. “I’d like to enjoy some leisure time in my remaining years. I’ve earned it, I think.”

“You surely have,” I assured her, glancing into the empty newsroom. “I just can’t imagine the Advocate without you. You’ve been here much longer than I have. You’re an Alpine icon.”

“Perhaps,” she allowed, sitting down in one of my two visitor chairs. “Close to thirty years. I prefer not telling anyone just yet. But it’s time.”

I was still flummoxed. “You’ll stay on until I find someone else, won’t you?”

“Of course.” She adjusted a floppy magenta rose on the pillbox hat that looked as if it was made out of twine. “I’m in no great rush. You know I’m not the sort of person who has any desire to start gallivanting around the country in a motor home.”

Despite fighting back tears, I smiled. “No, Vida, that’s not your style. I’m having trouble thinking what the paper will be like without you. You broke me in. The previous owner of the Advocate left town as soon as my check cleared the bank.”

“Yes,” Vida murmured. “I suppose he had a reason, though I often wondered why.”

Vida always wondered why anyone would ever leave her beloved Alpine, short of hot pursuit by rabid mountain goats. Not that I’d ever seen such a thing, but normal mountain goats are no strangers at our three-thousand-foot level in the Cascades. “It may take time to find a replacement,” I said, noting that our receptionist, Alison Lindahl, was approaching with her gaze fixed on Vida.

“Your daughter Amy has been trying to reach you, Mrs. Runkel,” Alison said. “She’s on hold.”

Vida stood up. “Goodness, what now?” She tromped off in her splay-footed manner.

I managed a smile for Alison. “You seem more like yourself these days. I’m so glad you decided to stay on with us.”

Alison had been a temporary hire after our regular receptionist, Amanda Hanson, quit to have her baby in early July. “I’m glad I was needed here,” she replied. “I was totally wiped after the college canceled my cosmetology program. But I realize the state system is short on funds. Skykomish Community College may cut a couple of other courses come winter quarter.”

“So the rumor mill says,” I said. “I’ll remind Mitch to check on that. I don’t know if the administrators are on campus right now. They usually take a break after summer classes end in mid-August. Where is Mitch, by the way? I haven’t seen our reporter since he went on his rounds earlier this morning.”

“He mentioned going to the library to do some research for a Labor Day weekend follow-up,” Alison said. “I think he wanted to write the story and put it online before it runs in the paper.”

“Right.” I glanced at my Blue Sky Dairy calendar. It was Thursday, the first day of September. “The office will be closed Monday, so that’s why Mitch wants it online by tomorrow. Are you going over to Everett to visit your parents for the holiday?”

Alison grew glum. “I might as well, since Justin and I broke up.”

The failed romance had dealt her a double blow, as it had happened right after she’d learned the bad news from the college. Justin Graham also taught there, but his job was safe. No administrator ever canceled a math program.

“You’ve had a rough summer,” I said. “I’m sorry we can’t meet your college salary.”

“That’s okay,” Alison responded. “I’m going to offer makeup lessons in the evenings at my apartment. Lori says she’ll help. My roommate wants me to show her how she can look more glamorous.”

“She couldn’t look any less,” I said, and immediately felt like biting my tongue. Lori Cobb was the sheriff’s receptionist. She had a decent if lean figure, but otherwise was as plain as a street lamp. “Hey,” I went on, to make amends, “I could use some improving.”

Before she could comment, Mitch Laskey came into the newsroom, heading our way. Alison excused herself as my reporter entered the cubbyhole I called the editorial office.

“I’m glad I did my homework about labor unrest in Skykomish County,” Mitch said, parking his lanky frame in the other visitor chair and tugging at the collar of his dress shirt. It had been a year since he and his wife, Brenda, had left the Detroit area and his longtime job at the Free Press and he’d started working at the Advocate, but it was taking him time to shed his big-city ways. “Until the Great Depression, there weren’t many unhappy workers around here,” he said. “The manpower shortage during World War Two increased opportunities. Then things really heated up in the next couple of decades.”

I nodded. “Vida recently filled me in on some of the town’s earlier history. Are you thinking about revealing unsavory deeds from the past?”

Mitch ran a hand through his thick gray hair. “That’s a series. You told me that Alpine itself was never incorporated. The ballot issue to eliminate the three county commissioners and the mayor seems long overdue for eight thousand people, even if SkyCo has grown in recent years. Replacing all four positions with a county manager will save a lot of money.”

I’d considered delving into some of the shady doings in the past to show how bad things happen under corrupt leadership. But Vida had warned me that I’d be risking lawsuits from descendants of previous generations. Worse yet, it might discourage voters from risking a change. In small towns, tradition can trump progress.

“Have you talked to the sheriff about how he feels on the issue?” I asked. “As you know, he reports to the three county commissioners.”

Mitch shot me as quirky look. “You don’t know?”

“I mean an official statement, not hearsay.”

He gazed at the low ceiling. “When does Sheriff Dodge get back?”

“Milo will be in the office tomorrow. It was a one-day meeting.”

Mitch stood up. “I’ll see him first thing in the morning when I check the sheriff’s blotter.” Looking a bit glum—not an uncommon expression for our reporter—he returned to the newsroom.

Ten minutes later, Vida stood in the doorway. “I’m off to the retirement home to take photos of the Lundstroms’ seventieth wedding anniversary. It’s a shame he’s in a coma,” she said. “Of course, he never was very social.”

“I can’t remember ever meeting them,” I admitted.

“You wouldn’t,” Vida asserted. “They’re quite unremarkable people.” Huffing a bit, my House & Home editor stomped back into the newsroom. I watched with a misty eye, trying to imagine the Advocate without her.

My ad manager, Leo Walsh, returned just as Vida headed out on her rounds. After setting his briefcase on his desk, he came into my office and sat in the visitor chair Mitch had vacated. “Jack Blackwell’s got his mill employees handing out broadsheets on Front Street urging a no vote on the government issue,” Leo said in a grim tone. “Should I put that online or let Mitch do it?”

“He’s touchy about turf,” I responded. “Half the town must already know what Blackwell’s doing, since he’s one of the three commissioners. I’ll check with Mitch. The mill employees must’ve shown up after he came back from his early rounds. But we’ll have to go public.”

“Jack’s fighting for power,” Leo declared. “Hell, if he could run the government as well as he runs his logging operation, maybe he should play a bigger role around here.”

I was shocked. “Are you out of your mind? Jack and Milo might end up killing each other. Blackwell’s first move would be to fire the sheriff. Have you forgotten Jack recently spent the night in jail after beating up one of his ex-wives?”

Leo sighed. “We should’ve seen this coming. As a commissioner, Jack’s against government change. He may demand equal time when Mayor Baugh gives his Labor Day speech.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it,” I muttered. “Have you any good news?”

“Let me think. . . .” His gaze traveled to the low ceiling, rested on my SkyCo map, and finally fixed on me. “We should have an eighty-twenty split for this week.” Leo grinned, making more creases in his weathered face. “The special fall section for the week after that ought to up the ante in the Advocate’s kitty.”

“You’re a wizard!” I exclaimed. “That’s the best we’ve done all year.”

Leo shrugged again. “It’s a combination of Labor Day and back-to-school ads. With the community college not starting until October first, we can draw out ads aimed at students. We got another bump because the merchants had to let patrons know about the four o’clock closing in deference to the Labor Day picnic. I figure we can go twenty-four pages.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. “Having Liza living here seems to have juiced up your enthusiasm for the job.”

“In a way, it has,” Leo agreed, growing serious. “Up until our son was transferred to Raytheon, south of Seattle, I knew if I wanted a second chance at my marriage I’d have to go back to Santa Maria. But Brian’s move meant our little grandson was heading north, too. It was an easy decision for Liza.”

“And a lucky one for me,” I said.

Leo smiled again, though with a bittersweet edge. “The luck cut both ways, babe. If you hadn’t taken a chance on me, I’d have drunk my way into oblivion ten years ago. Liza owes you, too.” He stood up, rapping his knuckles on my desk. “Back to man the oars on the good ship Advocate. Your ad manager never rests.”

I smiled as he ambled back to his desk. Then I took a deep breath and set to work on my editorial. Labor Day. Work. American enterprise. Innovation. Technology. What could I say that I hadn’t said every year since I’d bought the newspaper and moved to Alpine? In fact, three weeks ago had marked the sixteenth year since I’d arrived with a college-bound son, a used Jaguar, and ownership of the Advocate. Back then, I’d had no plans to spend more than a few years in the small mountain town a mile off the Stevens Pass Highway. Alpine was in economic upheaval. Logging had been sharply curtailed by the environmentalists, and Skykomish County was in the wood chipper.

But if my editorials are often predictable, life isn’t. I deleted all the overused words and stared at the blank computer monitor. Then I got up and went out to the front office. To my surprise, our receptionist was sitting at her desk and looking dazed. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

Alison blushed. “A really hot guy just came in. How rare is that?”

“Well . . . I’m prejudiced, being a married woman. Who was it?”

“His name is L.J.—just initials,” Alison replied. She handed me a pale green sheet of paper. “It’s against the new government plan.”

I scanned the four paragraphs. “The hot guy must work for Blackwell. Leo says Jack has his employees handing these out.”

Alison’s blue eyes grew wide. “You mean L.J. might live here? How come I’ve never seen him before? He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.”

I laughed. “Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?”

“Emma.” Alison grew serious. “Face it—the local gene pool’s majorly shallow when it comes to seriously hot guys.”

“Feel free to check him out. He might win you over to the no-change side and I’ll have to fire you.”

Alison didn’t seem to realize I was teasing. She sighed. “Maybe I should move back in with my parents in Everett. The naval base there has lots of eligible men.”

“Oh, stop!” I exclaimed. “You’re doing such a good job, and if I can squeeze any money out of the budget, I’ll—”

She uttered a weak little laugh. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m just in a bad place right now.”

I glanced at my watch. It was almost noon. “I’m in a hungry place. Let me treat you to lunch at the ski lodge. We’re unofficially closed in the noon hour. If anybody’s desperate, Kip MacDuff can handle it. He rarely leaves his production duties in the back shop.”

“Oh . . .” Alison looked sheepish. “I feel silly. You sure?”

“Yes. We haven’t had a real chance to visit since you started here in early July.”

She gazed into the empty newsroom. “I won’t be much fun.”

I kept a straight face. “Should we go to the Heartbreak Hotel Diner instead?”

In spite of herself, Alison laughed. “No! You’re a good boss. I bet you had a bad breakup back in the day, right?”

“I suppose I did.” She didn’t know the half of it.

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Alpha Alpine: An Emma Lord Mystery 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great book in a wonderful series. I love Alpine and all the quirky residents. Looking forward to the next installment.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was very disappointed. First time the mystery wasn’t solved. Kept thinking I missed some pages
LibbyMcKinmer More than 1 year ago
It’s almost Labor Day weekend in Alpine, Washington, a small town in the Cascades, and newspaper publisher Emma Lord has plenty to fill the pages of her Alpine Advocate. For example, Jack Blackwell, local powerbroker, has plans to become the county manager…and that’s even before three deaths occur plus an attempted murder. Emma enlists the help of the newspaper’s receptionist Alison to do a bit of digging and help her discover some facts about what’s going on in their community. But will Alison find herself in danger when she starts nosing around? Emma’s husband Sheriff Milo Dodge suspects there’s a serial killer in their little town and is working hard to make an arrest before either Emma or Alison finds herself in the murderer’s line of fire. Getting to know the inhabitants of Alpine introduces you to an eclectic group of characters from newspaper ad salesmen to reporters, deputies, and various other community members. There is always lots going on and the plot of Alpha Alpine will keep you turning the pages…who is the murderer and what is the motivation? And is the town’s hotshot timber tycoon involved or is he a potential victim? Motives and questions abound in this next in the Emma Lord series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always an easy read and I enjoy the Alpine context in following the storyline.
C_Fowler More than 1 year ago
Alpha Alpine is the 27th (wow!) book in Mary Daheim's Emma Lord series, but it can definitely stand alone. With that caveat, I have to say that while reading you realize a whole lot has gone on in Alpine before this particular book started and that you're a little bit behind the times. However, I found this book to be a very enjoyable read, enjoyed the town of Alpine and its many characters, as well as the relationship between newspaper owner and editor Emma and her sheriff husband Milo. The mystery is complex, and the book has many twists and turns as well as red herrings, with the ending taking me completely by surprise. This series is one that I definitely want to get into and recommend, and I look forward to starting Emma's adventures in The Alpine Advocate (this series goes from A-Z in the titles, and is now back to the letter "A"). I received a copy of this book from NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
dibbylodd More than 1 year ago
A fun cozy mystery with interesting characters. And, of course, a great "bad guy" to dislike.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Glad the series continues
bluegreen91 More than 1 year ago
As I was starting this 27th book in the Emma Lord series, I realize that this is the longest series I've read. It's like going to visit old friends in a (fictitious) town I've visited many times. I was so happy to hear that Mary Daheim was continuing this series beyond Alpine Zen. This is another great Alpine mystery that kept me guessing until the very end. I struggled between trying to make the story last longer, and reading more because I really wanted to know what was going to happen next. There were several newcomers to Alpine, which made it more difficult for news editor Emma and her police chief husband Milo to solve the mysteries happening around town. There was a lot less of Vida in this book, which I have to admit I missed. I received an advance copy of this book and was happy to provide my honest review. I hope this series keeps going and going!