From the New York Times bestselling author, for the first time in trade paperback, the debut that started it all. The first in the acclaimed Russ Van Alstyne and Clare Fergusson series, In the Bleak Midwinter went on to win the Macavity, Barry, Agatha and Anthony awards. Now in a stunning new edition, readers old and new can experience the beginning of this critically-heralded mystery collection. It's a cold, snowy December in the upstate New York town of Millers Kill, and newly-ordained Clare Fergusson is on thin ice as the first female priest of its small Episcopal church. Chief of Police Russ Van Alstyne dismisses her as a naive do-gooder and her blunt manner, honed by eight years as an Army chaplain, receives a a chilly reception. When a baby is abandoned and a young mother is brutally murdered, Clare has to pick her way through the secrets and silence that shadow the town like the ever-present Adirondack mountains. As the days dwindle down and the attraction between the avowed priest and the married chief grows, Clare will need all her faith, tenacity and courage to stand fast against a killer's icy heart.<
JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING is an Agatha, Anthony, Barry, Dilys, Gumshoe and Macavity Award winner. Her books have been shortlisted for the Edgar, and Romantic Times RC awards. Julia lives in southern Maine with her husband and three children.<
"Superb!"-Library Journal"Terrific action scenes...what really distinguishes In the Bleak Midwinter, however, is the author's skillful portrayal of her protagonist's inner conflict."-Washington Post Book World"A riveting page-turner from start to finish."-Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Fleming hits a grand slam with In the Bleak Midwinter. The tension is constant. The dialogue is dead-on. The characters are interesting, thought provoking, and honest. The prose soars above the quality usually found in this genre. To top it all off, the story twists and turns to the last page."-Denver Rocky Mountain News"Without ever slighting the central situation of the abandoned mother and her abandoned child, Spencer-Fleming shows admirable resourcefulness in the changes she rings on it."-Kirkus Reviews"Compelling...many twists."-Romantic Times "Filled with many twists and turns...[a] warm tale."-Midwest Book Review"The prose soars...the story twists and turns to the last page." -Maine Sunday Telegram"Julia Spencer-Fleming is already a winner, but she deserves a triple crown. In a strong, distinctive voice, she sets her characters down In the Bleak Midwinter and pits them against public murder, personal demons, and the power of nature itself."-Kathy Lynn Emerson, author of the Face Down Mysteries"One of the most impressive "first" crime novels I've read. A priest, a cop, a baby on the doorstep, and a lot of snow combined with suspenseful results for one great book."-Charlaine Harris, author of Shakespeare's Counselor"Don't miss this one! You'll be rooting for Clare Fergusson in this engaging and vital mystery."-April Henry, author of the Claire Montrose mysteries and Learning to Fly<
CHAPTER
ONE
It was one hell of a night to throw away a baby. The cold pinched at Russ Van Alstyne’s nose and made him jam his hands deep into his coat pockets, grateful that the Washington County Hospital had a police parking spot just a few yards from the ER doors. A flare of red startled him, and he watched as an ambulance backed out of its bay silently, lights flashing. The driver leaned out of his window, craning to see his way between cement rails.
"Kurt! Hey! Anything for me?"
The driver waved at Russ. "Hey, Chief. Nope. Heart attack stabilized and heading for Glens Falls. You heard about the baby?"
"That’s why I’m here."
Kurt continued to back out, almost to the end of the parking lot. "Jesum, hard to imagine sumpin’ like that here in Millers Kill—" The rest of his commentary was lost as he heeled the ambulance into the road. Russ waved, then pushed open the antiquated double doors to the emergency department.
His glasses fogged up within seconds in the moist heat of the foyer. He pulled off the wire frames and rubbed them with the end of his scarf, mentally cursing the myopia that had finally led him, at forty-eight, to cave in and wear the damn things full time. His stomach ached and his knee was bothering him and for a moment he wished he had taken that security consulting job in Phoenix like his wife had wanted.
"Hey! Chief!" A blurry form in brown approached him. Russ tucked his glasses over his ears and Mark Durkee
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