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The eagerly awaited second novel from the author of the widely acclaimed debut mystery The Calling. DI Hazel Micallef is still recovering from back surgery when a report comes in that a body has been found in a nearby lake, snagged under several feet of water. But as DC Wingate says, the whole thing is way too eerie. The first installment of a story has just been published in the local paper: a passage that describes in detail just such a discovery. Real life is far too close to fiction for coincidence. The second novel featuring Hazel Micallef is a stunning and suspenseful exploration of the obsessive far reaches of love. It will confirm Inger Ash Wolfe as one of the best mystery writers there is.

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Inger Ash Wolfe

The Taken

The second book in the Hazel Micallef Mystery series, 2009

To the Eclipse Caf,

with thanks for the corner

Love never dies a natural death.

Anas Nin

Prologue

What always broke his heart was the way they dressed themselves. Divorces in wedding gowns slumped behind the wheel in their garages; stockbrokers in Armani hanging from basement joists; the jilted plunging from rooftops drenched in cologne or perfume, as if to say their wrecked bodies still had more to offer in death than anyone had ever known in life.

This one wore a pair of black jeans over Blundstone boots, a faded green T-shirt, and a black wool sweater. A thin leather cord served as a necklace from which a silver lamb hung, her only piece of jewellery apart from a gold hoop edged with a curlicue design, like a Sufi sun, dangling from one ear. He pictured someone giving her that lamb and wondered what had been meant by it. That she was innocent? That she needed protection? Obviously, it hadnt been enough.

Theyd pulled her up onto the grass, and the discoloured lakewater drained from inside her pantlegs, a thin, greyish trickle that ran down between the green stalks. He couldnt help thinking that the roots of the grass would gratefully take in this water, insensate to its origin, because it had been a dry summer and grass was oblivious to what came from it or what returned to it.

The photographer was taking pictures. The girl would never know. Her story was only just beginning to be told. You lived your life, making choices that you thought would become the plot of your life as you wanted to live it, but the fact was, someone else always wrote the end. It was no mystery people hated movies where the protagonist died: who needs that kind of realism?

He didnt want to imagine what shed been through, but he was like a receptor that has no choice what signal enters it. He imagined the cold, pressing lake, the way water holds you, its molecules tight against your body. Shed probably heard it was a peaceful way to go: it wasnt. Even if you want to die, your body resists. You know breathing is the only way to make it work, but you dont want to, you cant. And then you begin to change your mind, you want to live because youve never felt pain like this, but its too late, the screaming in the blood has started, the brain starving for oxygen, and you fight, using up all your reserves, the urgent craving for air gets worse. Youre just an animal now, one in the wrong element, you flail for the surface, the sun fractured into diamonds above you, but finally you breathe and for the thirty seconds, before the water adulterates your blood and makes your heart a double ruin, the agony is unnameable, your mind is a fiery mass, you really die, you feel every moment of it. He kneeled down beside her. All that terror was over now, but she still wore the surprised expression hed seen too many times on floaters. She was no older than thirty.

For the rest of his life, she would be dead. She would miss all the changes that would have come to make her think twice about what shed done. He, himself, would go through depression and contentment, joy and agony. He would fail, he would thrive, and still this girl, like all the others who couldnt give life one more day, would be gone. What he tried to do for them in death always felt like an empty triumph, but at least he would try to do it. Tell me everything, he said to her in his mind. Tell me the truth and Ill let it be known.

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Thursday, May 19

Glynnis Pedersens house was full of clocks. There were silver mantel clocks with lunar white faces, wall clocks made from antique car parts, clocks created from the refuse of old metal advertisements, a couple of small digital clocks, one grandfather clock in the front hall that no longer worked, and, beside the bed in the basement apartment, an LED motion clock that displayed a message in mid-air between two prongs. This one Glynnis had programmed to read Rise and Shine!! which message it displayed no matter ones state of wakefulness. For Detective Inspector Hazel Micallef, once a Mrs. Pedersen herself, it only served as a reminder of whom, exactly, Glynnis Pedersen was rising and shining with.

To have to take charity from a hated person was bad enough, but to do it out of necessity entailed a diminishment of ones sense of self that Hazel found hard to accept. She knew loss of pride was an occupational hazard for those who were proud, but did it have to mean being vanquished as well? Sometimes it seemed to Hazel that the situation she found herself in was one concocted for her by the Greek gods. To punish what, she couldnt be sure. But she had a feeling she was going to find out.

She was now a tenant in her ex-husbands house. The roots of this strange situation were in an evening shed spent the previous fall with him at The Laughing Crow. It was there, over drinks, that shed hinted she might need some extra-marital nursing if her damaged back finally gave in. Shed asked him to imagine her eighty-seven-year-old mother carrying her to the bathroom. Hed fairly blanched at what she was asking him, and Glynnis, hearing of it, laughed at it as if it were a harebrained scam cooked up by one of her drug-addled clients. But then December had happened. A serial killer had drifted through their town like a deadly gas. A murder under her own roof. And a night in the bone-chilling cold and dark that left her back shattered and her mother nearly dead. Remembering, the events lined up in her mind with a kind of dreadful inevitability, but that didnt make them any more believable. Shed had emergency surgery, but by the end of March it became clear that, in the words of her specialist, her back had failed. Your first surgery is your best chance, your second is your last, was something Dr. Pass had been fond of saying, but hed stopped saying it in March. By that point, last chances were all Hazel had.

She and her mother had lived together not unpleasantly in the house in Pember Lake for over three years, since her divorce from Andrew. But the pain was keeping her from work, and more than once after the new year her mother had supported her on frail shoulders and taken Hazel to the bathroom: the hyperbolic scenario shed described to Andrew boiled down to something real. Emily had finally gone to Andrew and Glynnis and laid it out. She characterized the discussion as brief.

I used legal language so theyd understand it, she explained to Hazel. I said the statute of limitations on marital duties was five years and that it covered all pre-existing conditions.

How did Glynnis like that?

She was smiling so tightly I thought her lipstick would squirt off her little lips. Emily smiled herself, that wicked smile that said shed been in charge her whole life. That woman has a mouth like a cats anus, she said. Andrew understood though.

And?

Theyve given their tenants a months notice. Family, they said.

Well thats nice, said Hazel. At least were still family.

She lay in bed, staring at the small, high window in the wall opposite. The suggestion of late May sunlight was faint, but her mother had assured her it was there. She popped the lid of the little orange vial she was gripping in her fist and put the edge of it against her bottom lip. The thick, white pill tumbled onto her tongue. Sometimes she chewed it, this salty, bitter capsule. It worked faster this way, and the truth was, it had a little kick on it if it went down pulverized. It was now ten days after her second operation. She was taking three of them a day and there were two more refills on the label of the little orange vial. Sometimes the pain came back before it was time for the next pill and shed take it early, send it like a fireman down a pole, the alarms shrieking everywhere. The one shed just taken was already working: its promised six to eight hours of relief had begun with the May light outside the tiny window suddenly thickening. Glynnis might have had her clocks, but she had her pills, and they told the time with utter accuracy.

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