A Fine and Bitter Snow: A Kate Shugak Novel (Kate Shugak Novels)
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Change never comes easy so when the news breaks that the new administration oil might be drilling for oil soon in a wildlife preserve in southeastern Alaska, home to P.I. Kate Shugak, battle lines are quickly drawn across the community. But for Kate, who hasn't been able to get back into her daily life ever since her lover's violent death a few months ago, it's a welcome reprieve from doing nothing.
Tensions run high when Kate's friend and chief park ranger, Dan O'Brien, is deemed "too green" for them by management and asked to take early retirement. Kate rallies the troops to fight for his job, but before she can really start throwing her weight around, a longtime resident is found brutally murdered. Alaska State Trooper Jim Chopin enlists Kate in the investigation, and it isn't long before she discovers that when it comes to the beauty and danger of living and dying in Alaska, nothing is as simple as it seems...
listened in bright-eyed silence, her head cocked to one side like a bird’s. “I’ll start calling,” she said, and displayed a cell phone with pride. It was lime green and transparent. Kate recoiled, as if someone had offered her a diamondback rattlesnake. “Uh, great, Auntie. I’m going to talk to Billy now. And I might go to Anchorage.” “You know somebody there?” “I can get to know them.” Auntie Vi grinned, and the evil in that grin kept Kate warm all the way to the Niniltna Native Association
won’t have to change any diapers.” This time, it was a disposable diaper—clean, fortunately. It bounced down to join the Kleenex. “Excuse me, folks, I’m getting a little editorial comment from management. Stand by one.” He scooped up the diaper, turned in the same movement, and let it sail right back at Dinah. It fell short, but it was a good effort. He went back to the mike. “Christie in Niniltna, Christie in Niniltna, your lawyer wants to talk to you. He says you know the number. Well, that
Carbondale. Mom, too. None of them made much of an effort to find him.” On the verge of buttering another cracker, Jim lost his appetite and put down the knife. “I don’t know what he was doing here. He doesn’t seem to have any visible means of support.” “He might have been one of Dina’s projects.” “‘Projects?’” Kate nodded. “They had those cabins up the hill, empty all winter. It bothered Dina, and maybe Ruthe, too, although she used to give Dina a hard time about Dina’s big idea.” “Which
he said. She erupted in a fury of denial, kicking, butting, hitting, elbows, knees, feet, everything in action. “Let me go!” He felt as if he were trying to hold on to an earthquake. “Christ! Stop it, Kate! Ouch!” This when she kicked him in the shin. “Kate!” She tried to head-butt him again. She was strong and agile, but he was bigger and getting angrier. After another attempt on his balls, he kneed her legs apart and pressed her down. She froze. He froze. Sight of the edge of the cliff
a lot of experience playing daddy. Be a shame not to put it to good use.” She shrugged, managing to make it look graceful even from the inside of a parka. She’d kept her gloves on, too. Cold air was pouring in through the open door. Kate tried not to shiver. “Whose rifle is that?” “Whose do you think?” Kate thought of the second empty cradle in John Letourneau’s gun cabinet. No one would ever miss it. Christie shook her hair out of her eyes, her face bright with triumph. “So, maybe six