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| J.R. Lindermuth |
There's something comfortable about writing a crime
series. You get to know your characters, their location and other aspects
necessary to plotting the story. Still, sometimes those characters surprise you
and demand a bigger role.
Such was the case in Shares The Darkness, seventh in
the Hetrick series. Officer Flora Vastine, one of Hetrick's proteges, wanted
the lead in this book. What's a writer to do? I just let her have her way. And
I'm rather pleased with the results (of course that's the author speaking and
not a reader).
My original idea for the book's title was The
Accidental, a birding term for a species found outside its normal range. Then I
realized it was inaccurate, because the victim had told her mother she planned
to go birding in the area where she's murdered. Deciding on titles is sometimes
more difficult than writing a book.
Anyway, here's the book blurb:
Jan Kepler and Swatara Creek Police Officer Flora
Vastine were neighbors and schoolmates, but never close.
When Jan, a school teacher, avid birder and niece of a
fellow officer, goes missing and is found dead in a nearby tract of woods Flora
finds herself thrust into the middle of an examination of the other woman's
life, as she searches for clues.
As usual, the police have more than one crime to deal
with. There’s illegal timbering and a series of vehicle thefts taking up their
time. And there are other issues to deal with. Flora is concerned there’s some
shakiness in her relationship with Cpl. Harry Minnich who seems to be making a
lot of secretive phone calls.
Still Flora maintains focus on the murder. Despite
evidence implicating other suspects, the odd behavior of another former
classmate rouses Flora’s suspicion. Flora’s probing opens personal wounds as
she observes the cost of obsessive love and tracks down the killer.
Shares The Darkness will be published on Sept. 16 by
Torrid, a subsidiary of Whiskey Creek Press/Start Publishing.
Here's a short
excerpt:
There were a number of well-defined trails criss-crossing
the expanse of woodland. Convinced it was unlikely Jan Kepler would be found on
these trails, Brubaker ordered his searchers to fan out. Broken into two teams,
comprised of police, Finkbine’s men and Flora’s father and his friends, the
searchers made repeated passes across the expanse of the woodland, shouting the
missing woman’s name and blowing whistles in hope of getting her attention in
the event she was lying injured somewhere in the vicinity.
Despite some
grumbling about the mud and clothing being snagged on brush, they moved slowly
and carefully, trying to cover as much ground as possible. Corporal Harry
Minnich and Officer Brent Taylor, both of whom had worked the night shift, had
been called back for town duty and Minnich conferred with Brubaker periodically
to let the chief know all was well in the community. Harry, who was Flora’s
boyfriend, called her twice, too, for updates on the search.
Near noon, after a call from his son, Elmer Finkbine sent
out a truck with lunch for the search team.
“That was nice of him,” Brubaker commented, accepting a bag
lunch from the younger Finkbine.
Jimmy grinned and nodded. “I know what you think about him,
but the old man haint all bad.”
Brubaker reddened. “Now, Jim I never...”
Finkbine raised a hand and grinned again. “Don’t go gettin’
flustered on my account, Aaron. I know he can be a bastard as a boss. I’m just
sayin’ there are times when you least expect it that he does surprise you.”
The two sat side by side on a convenient log and gave
attention to their sandwiches. Fred Drumheiser, a sandwich in one hand and a
styrofoam container of steaming coffee in the other, squatted opposite them.
“I’m beginning to wonder if this isn’t a waste of time,” he said.
“Whadya mean?”
Fred swung his sandwich in a circle around him. “I’m just
sayin’, how many times we traipsed around this bush and we haint seen a sign of
Jan?”
“There’s a lot of woods we haint hit yet,” Jimmy told him.
“I hunt out here, so I know how big the place really is. Haven’t even been on
the state lands yet.”
“Jim’s right. Your niece is a tiny thing. She could be down
in a gully unconscious and we could walk right by without seeing her.”
Fred scowled. “If she’s even out here in the first place.”
“Whadya mean by that?”
Fred sighed. “Look, I hate to say it but since Ken died my
sister has got real clingy with Jan. She always was over-protective of
the girl, but it got worse these last couple years. Jan complained to me about
it. When I broached the subject to Sylvia she got pissed. Hasn’t talked to me
since--and that’s been months.” He exhaled again. “That’s probably why she went
to Flora instead of me this morning.”
“So what do you think happened, Fred?”
“I’m just sayin’, maybe we’re wasting our time. Maybe Jan
just got tired of her mom’s naggin’ and took off on her own for a while.”
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