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Title:
The ice maiden
Author:
Buchanan, Edna.
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Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : William Morrow, [2002]

©2002
Physical Description:
289 pages ; 24 cm
Language:
English
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9780380973323
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Summary

Summary

A chance encounter with a stranger changes the life of reporter Britt Montero forever. The encounter is at Miami's morgue, where the unidentified stranger lies dead. His unusual old scars capture her curiosity-the dead man clearly had a tale to tell. This thief, who was accidentally electrocuted, may be the key that unlocks the long-sought secrets of a sensational cold murder mystery unsolved for more than fourteen years.

Sunny and Ricky, teenagers on a Christmas Eve first date, were abducted, a shocking crime that was never solved despite a gigantic manhunt, a huge reward, and an outraged community. Frustrated police called the lack of leads eerie. Unnatural. Against all the laws of homicide and human nature. Now Britt wants the story, and she isn't the only one seeking answers.

Sunny survived, the lone witness to that terrible night so long ago. But the reclusive Ice Maiden, now an artist and sculptor estranged from her wealthy family, is not talking and the killer's trail vanished long ago, like footprints in melting snow.

Cold Case Squad Sargeant Craig Burch wants the killer. But as the Miami News reporter and the veteran homicide cop investigate the old outrage, they learn that sometimes the cost of justice is too high.

When you start to turn over rocks, something ugly sometimes slithers out. Monstrous evil from the past emerges to overtake a whole new generation of innocent victims as deadly passions are reawakened and mortal fears resurface.

For Burch, whose elite unit breathes new life into cold murder cases, the investigation strikes too close to home, reigniting his own private obsessions. And Britt, in the wake of national tragedy, is haunted, both awake and asleep, by the persistent ghost of a doomed, lost girl, perhaps a warning of a new tragedy to come. Britt meets the Ice Maiden, nearly freezes to death, and then the trail heats up as the sins of the fathers begin to strike down the innocent. A stone-cold killer out of her past is stalking the Ice Maiden again. Nothing is what it seems. And the inferno is yet to come....

Edna Buchanan, a born storyteller, combines her trademark wit, grit, and tension in The Ice Maiden, a narrative alive with Miami's blistering heat and high-octane atmosphere.


Author Notes

Edna Rydzik Buchanan was born in 1939 near Paterson, New Jersey. She attended creative writing classes at Montclair State Teacher's College.

Buchanan was one of the first female crime reporters in Miami. Her police reporting for the Miami Herald won her a Pulitzer Prize in 1986.

In 1979, Buchanan produced her first book, Carr: Five Years of Rape and Murder; From the Personal Account of Robert Frederick Car III. This nonfiction book recounts the story of a convicted rapist and murderer. In 1987, she published her memoirs, The Corpse Had a Familiar Face: Covering Miami, America's Hottest Beat. That book was followed in 1991 by Never Let Them See You Cry: More From Miami's Hottest Beat.

Buchanan's crime novels include Nobody Lives Forever and Pulse. She is perhaps best known, however, for her mystery novels featuring a Cuban American crime reporter, Britt Montero. These titles include Contents Under Pressure; Miami, It's Murder; Suitable for Framing; Margin of Error, and Act of Betrayal. She has been a contributor to several magazines, including Fame, Family Circle, Cosmopolitan and Rolling Stone.

Buchanan has received awards from the American Bar Association, National Newspaper Association, and the Society of Professional Journalists.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 3

Booklist Review

Nobody does paradise noir better than Buchanan, the Pulitzer Prize^-winning former police reporter for the Miami Herald. She flashed on the literary scene 10 years ago with her autobiography, The Corpse Had a Familiar Face, and continues to guide readers through steamy, seamy Miami in the adventures of her alter ego, newspaper crime writer Britt Montero, who has been wowing audiences since her debut nine best-selling books ago. Buchanan does what many crime writers cannot do, which is to render police procedure and police culture (especially black humor) believably, while steering the reader through a wildly veering (but again, wholly credible) plot. This time out, Montero shows up at a jewelry store break-in. A would-be burglar, electrocuted by the much-victimized jeweler's trip wires, is stuck in the ceiling. The burglar's corpse is of interest to Miami PD's Cold Case Squad, as a possible suspect in a 14-year-old crime, in which a gang kidnapped two teens out on their first date, then tortured and left them for dead. One of the victims survived and, as Montero discovers, lives a reclusive life as an ice sculptor. Montero convinces the Ice Maiden to face her past and try to identify the long-ago killers. Prime Buchanan. --Connie Fletcher


Publisher's Weekly Review

Buchanan's alter ego, Miami crime reporter Britt Montero, returns as the protagonist of an eighth fast-paced detective thriller (after You Only Die Twice). The Miami police's cold case squad (which investigates long-unsolved crimes) catches a break when an electrocuted burglar proves to be a vital link in solving a 14-year-old murder. Two affluent teenagers on their first date were abducted, assaulted, shot and left for dead. Despite a massive reward and a multi-state manhunt, the police were never able to find the attackers. The girl, Sunny, survived and has become a reclusive sculptress unwilling to revisit the past. But the reopening of the case attracts the attention of some who are willing to kill again, and Sunny finds herself pulled back in. As always, Buchanan packs her tale with fascinating secondary story lines, including a baby trapped in a well, a friend involved in domestic violence and Britt's on-again/off-again romance with detective Kendall McDonald. The somber shadow of September 11 hangs in the air throughout (Britt is plagued by nightmares; McDonald volunteers at Ground Zero). In addition to clever plotting, Buchanan's strong suit is once again her empathy: she always focuses on the devastated family and friends who survive each murder victim. Few will guess the final triple-twist ending of this exceptionally dark and moving entry in a series that never fails to please. Agent, Michael Condon. (Nov. 1) FYI: Buchanan recently won the George Polk Award for career achievement in journalism-in addition to an earlier Pulitzer Prize for crime reporting. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved


Library Journal Review

Miami News reporter Britt Montero deals with fire and ice in her latest adventure, with crackling results. The victim of a jury-rigged theft deterrent, a jewelry store burglar is found electrocuted in a heating vent. When the police discover that the dead man's torso is covered with grotesque clusters of burn scars, the Cold Case Squad immediately links the corpse to a brutal murder that has gone unsolved for the past 14 years. Two teenagers on their first date were abducted, beaten, raped, shot, and left for dead in a farmer's field. Miraculously, the girl, Sunny Hartley, survived and described the burn scars on one attacker. When the Cold Case Squad is inexplicably pulled from the case, they ask Britt to step in, unofficially. Can Britt and Sunny face the past and solve the crime even as new murders erupt, threatening to destroy both lives and reputations? Surrounded by her usual sidekicks, pets, and lovers, Britt is just as realistic and interesting as she was in You Only Die Twice. Recommended.-Rebecca House Stankowski, Purdue Univ. Calumet Lib., Hammond, IN (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

The Ice Maiden A Britt Montero Mystery Chapter One The shoes startled me. They dangled in midair, at eye level. They were scuffed, meant for running, and they were occupied by a dead stranger who was stuck in the ceiling. The cops were furious at the stranger. The firefighters were irritated. He had left them a problem: his corpse and how to extricate it. Homicide detectives, a fire department battalion chief with the personality of a pit bull, and an assistant Miami-Dade County medical examiner noisily debated how to tackle the job. The dead man had missed a spectacular dawn. The rising sun had ignited a magnificent city of fire, its own face reflected in glassand steel-walled skyscrapers. Their flaming towers pierced a radiant blue sky, their golden glow an empty promise to shell-shocked commuters still haunted by smoldering images of carnage and death. The fire chief insisted that the corpse, tightly wedged in an airconditioning grate, be pried free and lowered to the floor. Far more efficient, he claimed, than dragging dead weight up to the roof and then down a ladder. Three of his bravest, he pointed out, were still recovering from injuries suffered when they removed an eighthundred-pound heart patient from his tiny apartment and down three flights of stairs. He wanted his men to tug the dead man's legs from below as others exerted pressure from above. A sweaty homicide detective disagreed. The corpse was caught at the thighs. His hips were wider and his pockets stuffed with bulky items. He would have to leave the way he arrived, through the roof of this small shop, similar to so many others along Miami's downtown fringe. "How did it happen?" I asked a young uniformed cop. "Was there exposed wiring?" "It's absolutely shocking," he said, grinning at his little joke. Hector Gomez, a small man in a well-pressed but shabby suit, did not smile. The proprietor of Gomez jewelry and Watch Repair stood stricken amid plastic and cardboard displays of cheap watches and costume jewelry, his dark eyes soulfully regarding the skinny, dangling denim-clad legs. "He was like this when I unlocked the store this morning. I think it's the same one as last time," he confided, misery on his face, voice barely audible. "I recognize the sneakers. It was raining that night. He left footprints when he climbed over the counter." We studied the soles of the well-worn Nikes. There was a distinctive pattern visible in the tread. "The seventh break-in in two months," he whispered. "With times so hard, nobody is buying now. How do I make a living? How do I feed my family?" "Well," I said, "this one won't be back." He wasn't cheered. When I told him I was a reporter, he was pathetically eager to explain. "First I installed an alarm; then I thought burglar bars would stop them, but they come in like cockroaches through the roof, stealing everything, even the watches here for repair. My customers want their watches back. Some threatened to sue me. I begged the city, the police, for help. I even wrote to the mayor. Twice. Write that down," he said, actually wringing his hands. "They didn't answer. Nobody did. The cops don't come anymore. My place was burglarized so many times they stopped sending anybody. They take the report over the phone. If only they had listened, this never would have happened ... " "I'm listening now, pal," interrupted a burly curly-haired detective named Oscar Levitan. "You got my undivided attention. Okay?" The detective also squinted at me, as though I too were a cockroach who had skittered in through the ceiling. "Britt Montero, ain't you supposed to be on the other side of that line?" A gangly, pimplyfaced public-service aide had nearly finished stringing yellow crimescene tape between light poles along the sidewalk outside. "But ... " "Outside," Levitan repeated, his stare hard. "Okay, okay." His attitude irritated me. This was no major murder mystery. Like everyone, burglars have bad days. Breaking and entering is risky business. They crash through skylights and are cut by broken glass, caught by bullets, or nibbled on by Dobermans. Some thieves are exterminated along with the termites inside tented buildings. One of a pair of burglars slipped while maneuvering a heavy safe down a dark and narrow stairwell; next morning he was found crushed beneath it at the bottom. Another thief executed a perfect swan dive from a third-floor ledge. He would have successfully eluded police if he hadn't missed the pool and kissed the pavement instead. Death is an occupational hazard for thieves -- or poetic justice, depending on your point of view. I left the shop reluctantly. "Did anybody advise this guy of his rights?" Levitan bawled to the uniformed officers. "You're charging him?" I asked, as the detective steered Gomez out into the harsh and unforgiving glare of the relentlessly climbing sun. "Why? The burglar was electrocuted as he broke in, right? Exposed wires or poor electrical work is only a code violation, not a crime." "Homicide," the detective said, snapping metal cuffs around Gomez's wrists, "was still a crime, last I heard." "Homicide? You think it was deliberate?" Gomez's resignation, shoulders slumped as Levitan led him to a cage car, answered my question. We spoke through the patrol car's half-open window as detectives and a crime-scene photographer scaled a ladder to the roof. Huddled in the backseat, wrists cuffed behind him, Gomez trembled as though cold, despite the scorching early-morning heat. "Never would I hurt anybody," he swore, eyes moist. "I only wanted to shock them, to make them leave my shop alone. His voice cracked. "It was ... you know, prevención . Not to kill." "A booby trap," I said sadly. "You built a booby trap." He gave a weak shrug. "Nothing fancy. Only an electrical cord connected to the metal grate where they come in through the ceiling. I plug it in, that's all. I didn't think it would hurt them. Only household current, a hundred and ten-fifteen-volts. A deterrent." The Ice Maiden A Britt Montero Mystery . Copyright © by Edna Buchanan. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from The Ice Maiden by Edna Buchanan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.