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Mary Daheim - Alpine Icon

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ALL THE MURDER FIT TO PRINT Editor-publisher Emma Lord and her Alpine Advocate staff suspect excitement when glamorous Ursula OToole Randall returns to Alpine to marry her third husband. But hers is a lethal homecoming. . . . Ursula, clad in satin pajamas, is found dead in the shallow waters of the Skyhomish River. Sheriff Dodge suspects foul play. Yet as Emma hunts for a stop-press story, a snake-in-the-grass killer, unappeased by one murder, slithers unnoticed through the shadows. . . .

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Praise for Mary Daheim and her Emma Lord mysteries THE ALPINE ADVOCATE The - photo 1
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Praise for Mary Daheim
and her Emma Lord mysteries

THE ALPINE ADVOCATE

The lively ferment of life in a small Pacific Northwest town, with its convoluted genealogies and loyalties [and] its authentically quirky characters, combines with a baffling murder for an intriguing mystery novel,

M. K. W REN

THE ALPINE BETRAYAL

Editor-publisher Emma Lord finds out that running a small-town newspaper is worse than nuttyit's downright dangerous. Readers will take great pleasure in Mary Daheim's new mystery.

C AROLYN G. H ART

THE ALPINE CHRISTMAS

If you like cozy mysteries, you need to try Daheim's Alpine series. Recommended.

The Snooper

THE ALPINE DECOY

[A] fabulous series Fine examples of the traditional, domestic mystery.

Mystery Lovers Bookshop News

By Mary Daheim
Published by Ballantine Books:

THE ALPINE ADVOCATE
THE ALPINE BETRAYAL
THE ALPINE CHRISTMAS
THE ALPINE DECOY
THE ALPINE ESCAPE
THE ALPINE FURY
THE ALPINE GAMBLE
THE ALPINE HERO
THE ALPINE ICON
THE ALPINE JOURNEY
THE ALPINE KINDRED
THE ALPINE LEGACY
THE ALPINE MENACE
THE ALPINE NEMESIS
THE ALPINE OBITUARY

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Chapter One

A FTER E D B RONSKY , my former ad manager at The Alpine Advocate, took over the local food bank last March, there was some concern about whether or not he was eating more than he handed out. When presented with day-old donations from the Upper Crust Bakery, the millionaire by inheritance had frequently been spotted stuffing doughnuts into his mouth and sweet rolls into his pockets. I didn't doubt the reports. As Ed stood in front of my desk at the newspaper office, two chocolate-chip cookies fell out of his jacket.

Ed and I both pretended we hadn't noticed. Easing his bulk into one of my two visitors' chairs, Ed's eyes briefly veered in the direction of the floor, How do you feel about tithing, Emma? he inquired in his most serious voice.

You mean at church? I frowned at Ed, who had picked up a stray pencil from my desk and was idly toying with it. Don't we already do something like that through the annual archbishop's appeal?

Some people do. Ed was now looking gloomy, an expression I recalled all too well from his days on the job. But plenty of our fellow parishioners at St. Mildred's don't bother to fill out the pledge cards, or if they do, they don't send in the money.

I wasn't surprised. There isn't a lot of money floating around Alpine these days. As an isolated community of four thousand people historically nurtured by the timber industry, Alpine is in an economic slump. In recent years logging cutbacks have put many residents out of work. Two unemployed loggers had stepped in front of Burlington Northern freight trains; a family of six had burned their crumbling house down around them; and spousal abuse had risen dramatically, along with alcohol and drug addiction. From a distance Alpine looked like a picturesque mountain community; up close it wasn't so pretty.

What's your point? I asked, hoping not to sound impatient. It was Tuesday, the twenty-second of August, and deadline was upon us for the weekly edition, which shipped each Wednesday.

Well Ed dropped the pencil. He all but disappeared on the other side of the desk. I suspected he was scrambling around on the floor, retrieving his cookies. When he surfaced, he held up the pencil and beamed as if he'd found a gold nugget. Sorry about that, said Ed, placing the pencil on the desk. You were saying ? Oh, my point. The grin faded. Ed was again the somber man of affairs. It was a pose he enjoyed since reaping his windfall from an aunt in Cedar Falls, Iowa. St. Mildred's coffers are pretty low. I was talking to Father Den about it last nightShirley and I had him over to dinner. We were going to take him to that French restaurant down the highway, but the weather's so warm, we decided to just throw some wienies on the grill and kick back.

I felt myself growing tense as Ed rattled on. The door to the editorial office was ajar, and I could hear my current ad manager, Leo Walsh, taking down last-minute instructions on Safeway's insert. Vida Runkel, my House & Home editor, was pounding away on her battered upright. My sole reporter, Carla Steinmetz, had just disappeared with notebook and camera in hand. Our office manager, Ginny Burmeister Erlandson, was delivering the morning mail.

Anyway, Ed went on, attempting to wedge himself more comfortably into the chair, Father Den is really pleased with the way I've pitched in these last few months to help out at church. But he needs more than manpower. The parish needs money. You've no idea what a drain the school is. I suggested a tuition hike, but Father Den wanted to think it over, maybe talk to the parish council first.

I should hope so, I replied somewhat stiffly. That would be a big step, and a real hardship for many parents.

Ed nodded rather absently. Right, yeah. You know, he continued, folding his hands on his paunch, there's a special parish-council meeting tonight. It's going to be held in conjunction with the school board because classes start two weeks from today. Maybe you should come.

In the course of professional life, there are far too many meetings that I'm compelled to attend. I try to delegate some of them, but I still get stuck with at least one a week. The last thing I wanted to do on a warm August evening was sit on uncomfortable chairs in the stuffy confines of the parish rectory.

Look, Ed, I said, still somehow mustering patience, I'm always beat on Tuesday nights after we get the paper ready for publication. If something major comes out of the meeting, let me know. It'll be too late for this week's edition anyway.

Ed scowled. Now, Emma, this is no ordinary jaw session. This is your parish. You ought to have more than just a news interest. Or have you got something hot going with the Man Behind the Star? Ed wiggled his heavy eyebrows in a lascivious manner.

The reference to Sheriff Milo Dodge annoyed me, but I wouldn't let it show. I was planning to go over the statements for the new back-shop operation, I said stiffly.

Ed waved a pudgy hand. That'll keep. The meeting won't. Tonight could determine the whole future of St. Mildred's. This is big.

So was Ed, I thought, watching his three chins quiver with self-importance. The significance of any activity in which he was involved always became inflated. Still, Ed's admonition gave me pause. Despite the fact that I regularly attend church, that I contribute my fair share of money, and that my brother is a priest in Arizona, I have never been involved in parish activities. Over the years I've used up a lot of excuses: as a single mother, I never had the time; as a newspaper reporter on The Oregonian, I never had the time; as The Advocate's editor and publisher, I never had the time. But there were other busy people who made the time. Maybe Emma Lord should become one of them.

The phones were ringing like mad, both on my desk and in the news office. I tried to ignore the flashing lights and hoped that Ginny would pick up my lines. Have you got an agenda? I asked, feeling myself weaken.

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