Fourteen years after his wife's disappearance branded him a murderer and ruined his life. Matthew Lindstrom receives an anonymous phone call revealing that Gwen is alive...and well aware of the wreckage she left behind. Seeking answers and revenge, he comes to the isolated town of Cyanide Wells. Here, where the surrounding thick forest conceals twisted paths and old sins, Matt begins to learn the details of Gwen's new life. But before he can confront her, his ex vanishes once more. Now Matt must join forces with Carly McGuire, a local woman with secrets of her own, and begin a desperate hunt for the truth about past crimes and Gwen's fate. For hovering over him are suspicions that can destroy him once again.
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About the Author
Marcia Muller has written many novels and short stories. She has won six Anthony Awards, a Shamus Award, and is also the recipient of the Private Eye Writers of America's Lifetime Achievement Award as well as the Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award (their highest accolade). She lives in northern California with her husband, mystery writer Bill Pronzini.
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Thursday, July 28, 1988
"This is Sheriff Cliff Brandt of Sweetwater County, Wyoming. Are you married to a Gwen Lindstrom?"
". . . Yes, I am."
"And she drives a white Toyota Tercel, this year's model, Minnesota license number four-four-three-B-C-Y?"
"That's correct. What's this about, Sheriff?"
"Her car was found in my jurisdiction, parked by the side of County Road Eleven, eight miles from Reliance. That's a farming community north of Interstate Eighty. Nothing wrong with the vehicle, but there were bloodstains on the dash and other signs consistent with a struggle. A purse containing her identification and credit cards was on the passenger's seat."
"And Gwen? What about Gwen?"
"No sign of her. Tell me, Mr. Lindstrom, does she know anyone in Reliance? Or Sweetwater County?"
"As far as I know, she's never been to Wyoming."
"When did you last see Mrs. Lindstrom?"
"Two weeks ago, on the fourteenth."
"Two weeks ago? And you've got no idea where she's been since then?"
"We're separated. Have filed for divorce. We met on the fourteenth to go over the property settlement."
"I see. Messy divorce?"
"Amicable. We have no children and very little in the way of assets."
"There was a student ID from Saugatuck College in your wife's purse."
"Yes, she's a senior in the journalism department."
"And what do you do, Mr. Lindstrom?"
"I teach photography there, operate a small studio on the side. Mostly wedding portraits, that sort of Why are you asking me these questions? And what are you doing to find Gwen?"
"Just familiarizing myself with the situation. I take it you can account for your whereabouts during the past two weeks?"
"Of course I can! I was here in Saugatuck, teaching summer courses. Now, what are you doing to find"
"Don't get all exercised, Mr. Lindstrom. My last question was strictly routine. As for finding your wife, we plan to circularize her photograph, but we're hoping you can provide a better likeness than the one on her driver's license."
"I'll overnight several to you. If you find her, will you please ask her to call me? Or if . . ."
"If Mr. Lindstrom?"
"Well, if something's happened to her . . ."
"Don't worry. We'll be in touch."
Thousand Springs, Nevada
Thursday, July 28, 1988
"That's a bad place to hitchhike. Somebody could pick you off coming around the curve. Where're you headed?"
"West. Where're you going?"
"All the way to Soledad County, California."
"Good a place as any, I guess. If you'd like some company . . ."
"Thanks, I really appreciate it. I was starting to get spooked, all alone here."
"Why were you alone, anyway?"
"My last ride dropped me off. I kind of . . . had trouble with him."
"That'll happen. Hitching's not the safest way for a woman to travel."
"I know, but it's the only way I've got."
"How long have you been on the road?"
"A couple of days."
"Coming from where?"
"East. What's this placeSoledad Countylike?"
"Pretty. Coast, forest, foothills, small towns."
"Lots of people live there?"
"No. We're one of the most sparsely populated in the upper half of the state. Isolated, too; it's a four-hour drive to San Francisco, even longer to Sacramento because of bad roads."
"Well, you've got to like the quiet life, and I do. I live in the country, near a little town called Cyanide Wells."
"So you think Soledad County is really a good place to live?"
"If you want, I'll sing its praises all the way there. By the way, my name's Carly McGuire."
"Mine's Ardis Coleman."
Port Regis, British Columbia
Sunday, April 21, 2002
"I'm calling about your wife."
"I have no wife."
"Oh, yes, you do. Gwen Lindstrom"
"My wife disappeared fourteen years ago. Our divorce went through shortly after that."
"I know, Mr. Lindstrom. And I know about your legal and professional difficulties surrounding the situation. They must have been very painful. Put an end to your life as you'd known it, didn't they?"
"Who is this?"
"A friend. My identity's not important. What's important is that your wife is very much alive. And very cognizant of what she put you through when she disappeared."
"Listen, whoever you are"
"Aren't you curious? I'm sure I would be if I were you."
"All right, I'll go along with your game. Where is Gwen?"
"Soledad County, California. Has lived there for the past fourteen years near a place called Cyanide Wells, under the name of Ardis Coleman."
"Ardis Coleman? My God, that was Gwen's mother's maiden name."
"Well, there you go. Let me ask you this, Mr. Lindstrom: Will revenge taste good served up cold, after the passage of all those years?"
"Surely you must feel some impulse in that direction, considering . . ."
"What the hell are you trying to do to me? Who are you?"
"As I said, a friend."
"I don't believe a word of this!"
"Then I suggest you check it out, Mr. Lindstrom. Check it out."
Cyanide Wells, California
Sunday, April 21, 2002
"Hey, Ard, you're awfully quiet. Something wrong?"
"Nothing that I can pin down, but I feel . . . I didn't sleep well last night. Bad dreams, the kind you can't remember afterwards, but their aura lingers like a hangover."
"Maybe it's your book. It can't be easy reliving that time. And from what I've read, it's a much more personal account than what you wrote for the paper."
"It is, but that's how I want it, Carly. Besides, I don't think this is about the bookat least not completely."
"After all these years?"
"I've been thinking of him a lot lately. Wondering . . ."
"And feeling guilty, I suppose."
"In a way. When I found out they suspected him of murdering me, I should've come forward."
"You found out way after the fact. And when you did try to contact him, he was gone, no forwarding."
"I know, but instead of trying to find out where he'd gone, I just felt relieved. I didn't want to hurt him any more than I already had."
"So he's better off."
"No, he'd've been better off if I'd been honest from the first. I could've"
"As my aunt Nan used to say, 'Coulda's, woulda's, and shoulda's don't amount to a hill of beans.'"
"I guess. But I'm concerned for Natalie. My anxiety's obvious, and it upsets her."
"She hasn't said anything about it to me."
"You know her; she's a child who holds everything inside. Carly, d'you think I'm being irrational?"
". . . You're stressed. You'll get over it once the book is done."
"Will I? Sometimes I think that given all the terrible things I've done, I don't deserve another good night's sleep in this lifetime."
Copyright © 2003 by Pronzini-Muller Family Trust
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
ok but over-complicated. two people doing all the voices.
Pairing performers Sandra Burr and J. Charles proves to be a champion idea as their combined reading gives a depth and richness to this audio of Marcia Muller's compelling thriller. With a wealth of experience on radio, television, and commercial videos Ms. Burr is not only an accomplished performer but directs with equal skill.. Veteran actor J. Charles is also a talented scenic and lighting designer. California is a lush state that can be both breathtakingly beautiful and threatening. The same might be said of the Golden State's Soledad County, especially a small town named Cyanide Wells. Today that community is home for those with a penchant for the avant garde. In yesteryear it was a gold mining town whose residents found that their water supply had been laced with cyanide. Such a history doesn't bode well for the future nor does Matthew Lindstrom's past. Gwen, his former wife, disappeared over a decade ago resulting in Matt being thought a murderer and his career in ruin. He comes to Cyanide Wells in hopes of finding Gwen, clearing his name, and exacting a pound of flesh for what he has suffered. What he finds is Carly McGuire, a woman with a past of her own, and a snarled web of deception that he may or may not be able to untangle. Marcia Muller never disappoints, as is shown once more with 'Cyanide Wells.'
In 1988 Minnesota, Matthew Lindstrom receives the call from a Wyoming sheriff that the car of his estranged wife Gwen has been found in Sweetwater County. Apparently, bloodstains are on the vehicle. No body is found and the case goes cold, but Matthew¿s neighbors, family, friends, and peers at the college he teaches at believe he killed Gwen rather than accept a divorce. He is treated as a social pariah and eventually he loses his job. His once serene life in Minnesota is over. Fourteen years later, Matthew lives somewhat like a hermit but is relatively contented in Port Regis, British Columbia, where he owns the charter boat Queen Charlotte. Last night he receives an anonymous phone call that an Ardis Coleman, living in Cyanide Wells, California, is Gwen. Still needing closure by obtaining answers to why she left, especially since the caller insisted she knew what she did to him. Motivated by revenge, Matthew decides to travel south to confront her. Instead of the confrontation, Matt finds his ex vanishes again leaving blood in the home she resided in with her lesbian lover newspaper editor Carly McGuire. She has taken her daughter with her. Matt and Carly join forces seeking the missing Gwen-Ardis. CYANIDE WELLS is an exciting character driven mystery that the fans of Marcia Muller¿s Sharon McCone tales will enjoy. The story line is loaded with action though things seem to come too easily to Matt, who along with Carly seem real as they struggle with the duplicity of the woman they loved. However, what hooks the audience is trying to understand Gwen-Ardis, which means reading the novel in one delightful sitting. Harriet Klausner