Wicked Eddies (An RM Outdoor Adventures Mystery)
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Book two in the RM Outdoor Adventure Mystery series by Agatha Award finalist Beth Groundwater.
Fly fishing is dangerous? River ranger Mandy Tanner had no idea until days before a huge tournament in Salida, Colorado. True, the Arkansas River can be a man-eater, but the rapids weren’t responsible for driving a hatchet into the neck of would-be competitor Howie Abbott―a secretive man who may have been cheating. While casting about for suspects, Mandy seeks clues from Abbott’s family members, including her best friend, bartender Cynthia Abbott. But when Cynthia becomes the prime suspect, Mandy realizes that trolling for the true killer has plunged her way too deep into wicked eddies.
Wicked Eddies is a finalist for The Rocky Award for best mystery novel set in the Left Coast Crime Geographical Region
whether or not to say something. Then Mittens meowed at her and batted her leg. Cynthia reached down, scooped up the cat, and started petting it, her lips pursed. “Nothing,” she said finally. “Faith was depressed. I tried to help her, but not enough. She wasn’t safe yet, and now it’s too late.” Before Mandy could ask more, a knock sounded on the door. The plaintive voice of Cynthia’s landlady asked, “What’s going on, Cynthia? Are you okay?” When Cynthia rose, Mandy stood, too.
after being up late the night before, and bad coffee was still better than tea. The door opened to the interview room, and Quintana showed Ira Porter to the seat facing the mirror. Ira looked nervous, glancing around and wiping his hands on his pants before sitting down. Detective Quintana sat and tapped his fingers on a thick case file, probably Howie Abbott’s. While Ira squirmed in his chair, Quintana opened the folder, took out a paper with some typing on it, closed the folder again,
at him and reached a hand out of the covers to scratch his ears. The radio alarm clicked on. “How do you do that, dog?” Lucky’s timing was impeccable. He usually rose from his dog pillow at the foot of Mandy’s bed just before the alarm went off. She stretched and her hand hit the empty pillow next to her. Rob hadn’t come to her place last night because he’d had his regular Monday dinner in Pueblo with his mama and whoever else showed up from his large, extended Hispanic family. He
“We’re checking their alibis, but I expect they’ll hold water. These two were ready to piss in their pants when they thought they were going to be booked for murder instead of just vandalism.” Mandy exhaled. “Darn. Any other news on the case?” “CBI confirmed the gardening glove was Newt’s, found some of his hair and skin cells inside. But they didn’t find anything of Howie’s on the outside. And after three visits to his campsite, I finally caught one of his buddies, who confirmed Newt
have. My rod was smoking these past two days.” The two men started working their way back to their table, shaking hands and accepting congratulations along the way. Behind them, John made final announcements, reminded everyone to return next year, and asked people to throw away their trash and for a few folks to stay and stack chairs. When Jesse and Rafael reached their table, Rob stood and shook both their hands. “Good job, guys. Congratulations!” “Now I feel even worse for