Death in Blue Folders (Sigrid Harald Series #3)

by Margaret Maron

Overview

An award-winning mystery novelist and New York Times Bestseller, Margaret Maron uses her North Carolina background when writing the popular Judge Deborah Knott series.

But before Deborah Knott, there was Lt. Sigrid Harald, a homicide detective with the NYPD. Death in Blue Folders is the third book in the Sigrid Harald series. The title refers to some secret files kept by an attorney who was planning to retire when someone decided their secrets weren't safe as long as even one person knew. From a long-dead movie star, the owner of a trendy art gallery, and an Algonquin Roundtable personality to a senile resident in a nursing home and a broken-down cleaning woman, Lt. Harald must figure out who hated or feared Malcolm Gladwell enough to shoot him. The investigation is not made easier by a hotter-than-usual August and her need to find a new apartment by the end of the month. Nor does it help that artist Oscar Nauman has badgered her into attending a formal charity ball when she doesn't even own an evening dress.

The Birmingham (UK) Post wrote, "Death in Blue Folders is literate...amusing and well constructed," while Dorothy Salisbury Davis cheered, "Bravas for the return of Lieutenant Sigrid Harald!"

Cover design by Paper Moon Graphics.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940012308252
Publisher:	Maron & Company
Publication date:	04/18/2011
Series:	Sigrid Harald Series , #3
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Sales rank:	276,583
File size:	335 KB

About the Author

Born and bred in North Carolina where the piedmont meets the sandhills, I grew up on a modest two-mule tobacco farm that has been in the family for over a hundred years. Tobacco is no longer grown on the farm, but the memories linger — the singing, the laughter, the gossip that went on at the bench as those rank green leaves came from the field, the bliss of an icy cold drink bottle pressed to a hot sweaty face, getting up at dawn to help “take out” a barn, the sweet smell of soft golden leaves as they’re being readied for auction. Working in tobacco is one of those life experiences I’m glad to have had. I’m even gladder that it’s something I’ll never have to do again.

After high school came two years of college until a summer job at the Pentagon led to marriage, a tour of duty in Italy, then several years in my husband’s native Brooklyn. I had always loved writing and for the first few years, wrote nothing but short stories and very bad poetry. (The legendary Ruth Cavin of St. Martin’s Press once characterized my verses as “doggerel. But inspired doggerel.”)

Eventually, I backed into writing novels about NYPD Lt. Sigrid Harald, mysteries set against the New York City art world. But love of my native state and a desire to write out of current experiences led to the creation of District Court Judge Deborah Knott, the opinionated daughter of a crusty old ex-bootlegger and youngest sibling of eleven older brothers. (I was one of only three, so no, I’m not writing about my own family.)

We’ve been back on a corner of the family land for many years now. My city-born husband discovered he prefers goldfinches, rabbits, and the occasional quiet deer to yellow cabs, concrete, and a city that never sleeps. A son, a daughter-in-law, and two granddaughters are icing on our cake.

For more information, visit my web at www.margaretmaron.com or visit me on Facebook.