When the call came over the radio at Purdue Flight Service, Candace Marshall started making the calls — first to her boss, Lanky Purdue, and to her fiancé, police Lt. Paul Kitka. And then she had a whole list of people to notify.
They had a plane down. A pilot in trouble. Passengers in jeopardy.
And then she got another message from the pilot just for her: Dace. Someone shot at us. Tell Paul.
Book 5 in the Talkeetna, Alaska, series.
A former journalist writing mysteries and thrillers about what she knows: complicated people, small towns, big cities, cops, reporters, politicians, assorted bad guys.
I write about religion, and politics. About race and gender. I believe in the journalism axiom: Comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable. To which the labor organizer Mother Jones was supposed to have added: And in general raise hell.
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