He was surprised at how difficult it was to get her out of the van. She seemed heavier than when he had helped her down from her perch, and her bulky clothing made her difficult to handle.
He had imagined this moment many times, carrying a weightless angel in his arms, and he cursed himself when all he could do was drag her out feet first, letting her shoulders and head take the brunt of the fall to the pavement. Air escaped from her lungs with an animal grunt, and for a second he feared that she wasn’t dead. He checked for a pulse again, then dragged her to the railing and stood her up, holding the back of her neck to stop her falling. He wanted the river to take her home. He let go of her neck, and she pitched forward. Then he bent down, took hold of her legs at knee height, raised her feet off the ground, and let her slip over the edge.
He cursed himself again when he heard a thud but no splash and looked down at the dark pile below him. The harbour water was frozen solid, and she lay motionless on the snow-covered ice with a dark trickle of blood spreading out from her head. He knelt down and began mumbling prayers for the dead as she gradually disappeared under the falling snow. In half an hour she was invisible. He went back to the van and drove away.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: Inspector Luc Vanier is drinking his way through Christmas Eve when he is called out to investigage the murder of five homeless people. His investigation takes hin into the backrooms of the Catholic Church, the boardrooms of Montreal’s business elite and the soup kitchens and back alleys of street life in winter.
MY THOUGHTS: I am glad to have picked up on this series with the first book. It is a series I will follow with interest.
Luc Vanier is an interesting character who carried the book. He is stubborn, which I can relate to though I prefer to describe myself as tenacious. He is divorced with two children whom he loves but seldom sees. He likes to drink, and has an intermittent relationship with the M. E. So, it all sounds pretty standard so far, I can hear you thinking, and it does. But there is something about Kirby’s writing that draws you in as the plot becomes a little more complex, a lot more compelling.
I have never been to Montreal, or Canada for that matter, but I felt the biting cold of the Montreal winter through Kirby’s descriptions. It has to be said that I don’t even enjoy reading about the cold, so it is a tribute to Kirby’s skill with both character and plot that I even finished this read, never mind going on to read more in the series.
I listened to The Dead of Winter by Peter Kirby, narrated by Howard Rosenstein and published by Linda Leith Publishing via OverDrive. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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