THE CALL CAME IN on Kate’s cell phone too early on a Monday morning. She was up but not necessarily coherent. “What?” “It’s Kurt Pletnikof, Kate.” “Your name on the display was the only reason I answered,” she said. “What?” “Victor Boatwright’s son is missing.” Steam rose from her first mug of the day, stopped…
[From the stabenow.com vaults, October 27, 2008] Aw, hell. Tony’s dead. I think we’d all come to think of him as indestructible. He’d survived half a dozen diseases any one of which would have taken any one of us out. But he continued to thrive, and continued to write, thank heavens. If you want to…
…although this dentist she took me to in Anchorage, Dorman, was okay, even if he was way too tan to be an Alaskan. He likes Kate, I can tell, but then every man she’s ever met likes her. Except maybe all the ones she put in jail, and sometimes I’m not so sure about them.…
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Sergeant Jim Chopin said that fully a third of the local callouts to the Niniltna trooper post involved Dulcey Kineen in some way. Either she was enticing men at the Roadhouse to drink so she could drink with them, or she was seducing men away from their wives and sweethearts, or she was vamping men…
The front trailer teetered on the edge of the road about fifty feet down the hill from where the rear one went over. Jim thought it might have had a chance if the snow berm had been higher. As it was, inertia and momentum took charge and over it went, rolling at least half a…
“A WOMAN,” KATE SAID. “The powder burns weren’t just on the shirt, they were under the flap of the pocket. Would Sturgus let a man get that close? And it was a .22, small, easy to use. And I’d put money on the woman being Mrs. Baxter.” —“Under the Influence” Only in e. On…
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At the same time the Grosdidier brothers were settling on a command structure at home, they were willing, nay, eager to assert their independence abroad. There were a few years when Park rats had only to see the Grosdidier brothers coming in one door to exit immediately out of any available other. Their quadranarily sequential…
“Windsor Canadian. The bootlegger’s friend. Retail price in Anchorage, seven-fifty a bottle. Retail price in a dry village, a hundred bucks easy.” “Yeah.” The bottle dropped to the table, next to the gun. —“Nooses Give,” a Kate Shugak short story Only in e. On Amazon.com, Amazon.uk, Amazon.au, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.
[From the stabenow.com vaults, 2011] I’ve had some great fan mail, like the email a woman wrote to say that Breakup made her blow Sprite out of her nose in an airport lounge. But this has got to be my all-time favorite. Jason was doing a book report on Breakup and wrote to ask me…
[from the stabenow.com vaults, 7/16/2010. Reposting, just because.] I’m just saying. I was on a local radio show recently, me and host Aaron talking about good summer reads, when someone called in to say that he’d read a couple of my books and called them soft porn. I admitted that, yes, there was sex in…
