Someone is killing executives in a string of Alaskan canneries. Is it natives because their food supply is being cut short? Or is there another reason, another culprit? With racial tension running high, Juneau 's Sheriff Amos Darcy, a man of few words, is going to find out who it is, come hell or high water.
Deputy Sarah Lakat, a Tlingit woman, knows her job, but she wants to prove her people aren't responsible for these vicious crimes. Her family and childhood friends give her access to clues the white sheriff would never have discovered, though, and she has to realize justice must be served no matter who the murderers are.
Amos is married to his work and Sarah was badly hurt by a man in her past, yet as they work together in the investigation they grow close, facing danger and discrimination together. Can they solve the case even as they fight their attraction to each other?
Sarah stretched her legs and put her head back. The shadows of the mists changed shapes and played with her mind. Phantasms lay outside, but she was safe. She didn't realize that sleep had overcome her until Will turned onto the primitive road to the meetinghouse. Bear Rock loomed ahead like a massive dark object. She breathed easier when she saw Ivan's truck. Kata was here with her gown.
In the small outbuilding opposite the meeting house, Kata and her mother helped Sarah dress. When the glistening white folds of the skirt had settled in layers, her mother opened a wooden box with a small key. “This is my headband and necklace from my wedding. I want you to wear it.” She carefully lifted the items made of cobalt beads and delicate dentalia shells.
Sarah ran her fingers over the jewelry. “Oh, it's beautiful!”
Her mother tied the headband over Sarah's dark hair and clasped the ten-string necklace at her nape. “Perfect. Just perfect.” She stood by Kata, and tears started to well up. “I've waited so long for this day.”
Kata hurried to the door and peeked out. “Looks like people are here now. Mary and I should get the cedar boughs.” She waved Sarah over. “Amos is here.”
Sarah gave a small gasp. He wore a brown-and-black tunic made of leather and cloth decorated with beads and ermine tails. A beaded leather headband was tied on his hair. The puffs of gray fog on the scene gave it a magical quality. He seemed a mythical hero.
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For the scene, I studied about a couple who got married in a blended Tlingit and Christian wedding. I found it so beautiful, I incorporated it into the book.
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Ilona Fridl was born in the Los Angeles area of Southern California, where she lived the first twenty-one years of her life. In high school and college, she took Journalism and Creative Writing. She moved with her family to Milwaukee, Wisconsin where she met her husband, Mark. They started a locksmithing business and raised a daughter to adulthood. All the while, she dreamed about being a writer, but she hated typewriters. In the nineties, they purchased their first computer, and she never looked back. With some articles and short stories under her belt, she started her first novel. The eighth book is just being released by The Wild Rose Press. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and a student of AllWriters in Waukesha, Wisconsin.
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