A Winter's Tale

by Libby Fischer Hellmann
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Publish Date: June 14, 2007
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Edward Kaiser was a cold fish. Richer than God, as my friend Susan would say with a curled lip, but a cold fish nonetheless. He made his millions in high tech-something to do with floppy discs-bought a huge estate on the outskirts of the village, and proceeded to behave like royalty. You never saw him around town, he didn't return calls, and he rarely mixed with us "commoners." So when he was found dead at his keyboard on a blustery January morning, his screen saver winking over his lifeless form, no one seemed overly distressed.

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Libby Fischer Hellmann

Libby Fischer Hellmann is the award-winning author of the Ellie Foreman and Georgia Davis mystery series, and Nice Girl Does Noir, a two volume short story collection. She also edited the highly praised crime fiction anthology, Chicago Blues. She has lived in the Chicago area over thirty years. Set the Night on Fire is her first stand-alone novel.

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TeknoBooks
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June 14, 2007
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9781435510500
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Excerpt from A Winter's Tale by Libby Fischer Hellmann

Snow crunched under our boots. Though the roads up here are always clear, except for mounds of dirty snow on the curbs that last until April, people neglect their sidewalks. Probably because there aren't that many to begin with. Sidewalks. And people.
"Three? How do you know?"
Susan flashed me her Cheshire cat smile. I've never figured out how she knows exactly what's going on in our tiny community, but I'm happy she does. I'm even happier she tells me about it.
"She found his body, didn't she?"
Susan nodded. "She came home from a tennis match, went into his office to tell him she'd won, and there he was."
"So you think she needs the Xanax because she found him or because her tennis schedule is up for grabs?"
Susan shot me a look. "Ellie..."
I hiked up my sweatpants; the elastic was coming loose. "I'm sorry, but I can't summon up too much sympathy for her."
If women are built for either speed or comfort, Lisa Kaiser was an Indy 500 contender. Young, slim, and athletic, she had long glossy hair and enormous brown eyes--I remember thinking a person could get lost in them for days when I first met her.