So, you’re driving along on the Alaska Highway in that long twilight that is the summer “night” in the Yukon, and you see a shoe on the side of the road. Just one. It’s a sneaker. And as you drive past, you find yourself wondering, “How the heck do you lose just one shoe? Wouldn’t you notice?”
Then, with the shoe rapidly shrinking in your rearview mirror, you find yourself coming up with scenarios. Maybe the driver stopped to get something in the back seat and the shoe fell out of the over-packed car, unnoticed. Maybe a hitchhiker tied his spare sneakers to the outside of his backpack and one fell off when he ran to catch a ride. Maybe a panel truck with a load of stolen shoes hit a bump and a box fell out…
Anyway. That was the germ for The Shoeless Kid, my latest mystery with Carina Press. Idle speculation on a long summer evening in the Yukon. From there I came up with Josh, the kid, and Kate, the new Chief of Police in Mendenhall, a small town in Manitoba. I had a blast writing about Kate trying to make a detachment of resentful police officers work for her and not against her. I’ve grown fond of her and of Marco, the very young, very good looking rookie who ends up being her only back up in that oh-so-tense police detachment.
~CONTEST~ Now I find myself wondering what other scenarios I could have come up with for that lonely shoe abandoned on the highway. What do you think? Any ideas how shoes end up on roadways, alone and pathetic? Share your ideas in the comments section for a chance to win a copy of The Shoeless Kid. I’ll draw a name on Friday, May 20, so you have until then!
Come visit Kate Williams, my tough-and-none-too-patient heroine in The Shoeless Kid, as she tries to unravel the mystery surrounding a missing child. And don’t forget to check out my Carina colleagues who are also releasing books this week: Jennifer Greene’s Sweets to the Sweet and Maureen Miller’s Endless Night.
THE SHOELESS KID
The shoe appeared on her desk, gently deposited on top of the pile of occurrence reports from the last week.
It was a kid’s high-top—left foot—and it was red and grubby, but not worn.
Kate automatically picked it up, more to keep it from dirtying her paperwork than out of curiosity. It was damp. On the inside of the tongue, in red marker, was written “Josh H.” She flipped the shoe over to look at the underside. A size four. It would fit a…what? A four- or five-year-old?
Bobby MacAllister’s age.
She slowly looked up. Marco Trepalli, youngest and newest member of the Mendenhall police force—and too handsome for his own good—smiled down at her. The morning sun gilded his tanned cheek and added a twinkle to his eye. Kate stifled a sigh. Marco had the makings of a good cop, if he ever learned to get over himself.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marcelle Dubé grew up near Montreal but now lives in the Yukon, where people outnumber the carnivores, but not by much. She writes science fiction, fantasy and mainstream short stories and novels, and has been featured in magazines and an award-winning anthology. The Shoeless Kid is her second novel with Carina Press. Her first, On Her Trail, was published in 2010.