A Cold and Lonely Place

A Cold and Lonely Place

by Sara J. Henry

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A riveting novel from the author of the critically acclaimed Learning to Swim and an Anthony Award nominee for Best Novel 

While she's watching the crew build the Winter Carnival ice palace, Troy Chance sees a body encased in the frozen lake—a man she recognizes as the boyfriend of one of her roommates. When she is assigned to write a feature on his life and mysterious death, Troy discovers he was the missing son of a wealthy Connecticut family. Trying to unravel what brought him to this Adirondack village, she joins forces with his girlfriend and his sister, who comes to town to find answers. But as Troy digs deeper, it’s clear someone doesn’t want the investigation to continue. And when she uncovers long-buried secrets that could shatter the serenity of the small town and many people’s lives, she’ll be forced to decide how far her own loyalties reach.  

“Sara J. Henry brilliantly draws us into a terrifying but ultimately affirmative novel in which love, friendship, and the shining truth about who we really are redeem an otherwise hopeless universe.” —Howard Frank Mosher, award-winning author of God’s Kingdom

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781410457233
Publisher: Gale Group
Publication date: 04/05/2013
Series: Troy Chance Series , #2
Edition description: Large Print Edition
Pages: 463
Product dimensions: 5.70(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

SARA J. HENRY's first novel, Learning to Swim, won the Anthony, Agatha, and Mary Higgins Clark Awards, was a Target Emerging Author pick, and was named one of Best Books of 2011 by the Boston Globe. Her second novel, A Cold and Lonely Place, is an Anthony award nominee for Best Novel and was a Reader's Digest Select Books choice. She has written for Prevention, Adirondack Life, Bicycling, Triathlete, and other magazines, was an editor at Rodale Books and Women's Sports & Fitness magazine, and was a newspaper and magazine editor. A native of Oak Ridge, Tennessee, Sara lives in Vermont. Visit www.SaraJHenry.com.

Read an Excerpt

chapter 1

We could feel the reverberation of the ice-cutting machine through the frozen lake beneath our feet. Matt Boudoin was telling me this would be the best ice palace ever, and I was nodding, because of course every year the palace seems better than the one the year before. At the same moment, he stopped talking and I stopped nodding, because the machine had halted and the crew of men was staring down at the ice. Then, in unison, like marionettes with their strings being pulled, they turned their heads to look at Matt. Their faces were blank, but we knew something was wrong, very wrong.

We started moving forward. Because this is an Adirondack mountain town and Matt has an ingrained sense of chivalry, he held his arm out in that protective gesture you make toward a passenger in your car when you have to slam on the brakes. But it didn’t stop me.

Later, I would wish it had.

For the first few months of winter, this lake is an expanse of frozen nothingness. Then, seemingly overnight, an enormous palace of ice appears, blocks melded together with a mortar of frozen slush, infused by colored lights that turn it into a fairy-tale castle. You can wander through it, footsteps crunching, breath forming icy clouds, and feel a sense of wonder you haven’t felt since you were a child.

It’s part of the fabric of this town, and the flow of winter is based around it. Never mind the huge expenditure of time and energy. This is Saranac Lake; this is Winter Carnival. Up goes the ice palace, every year with a different design, a different form of magic. This year I was going to track its progress for the local paper, with a photo and vignette every day—I thought I’d write about the homemade ice-cutting contraption, interview one of the ice cutters, talk to the designer. There was a lot you could write about palaces built of ice cut from the lake.

As we reached the circle of men, they stepped back, and Matt and I looked down. What I saw looked at first like a shadow under the ice—a dark mass, debris somehow caught up in cast-off clothing and trapped underneath as the ice had formed. I was wondering why the crew didn’t simply move on to clean ice when I realized the mass had a shape, a human shape. You could see something that looked like eyes and a mouth that seemed open. Right about then Matt grabbed my arm and walked me away from the thing under the ice. We stopped about ten feet away and I sank to my heels, trying to process what I thought I’d seen. Matt whipped out a walkie-talkie and began barking orders as he gestured the men farther back.

For once my journalistic instincts had shut down, and I had no urge to record any of this. I could still envision that face under the ice, as if it were looking at me through a rain-distorted window.

And it was a face I knew.

chapter 2

I live in Lake Placid, ten miles away, in a house so big I rent out rooms, usually to athletes in town to train for bobsledding or kayak­ing or skiing. But sometimes a local turns up, and one day late last summer a girl named Jessamyn knocked at the door. She was thin with long black hair and green eyes that shifted as she looked at you. I wasn’t sure I trusted her. But she didn’t smoke—I’ve had people stare me in the eye and swear they didn’t smoke when they reeked of it—and something about her made me like her. She was happy to take the smallest upstairs room, the one with just a twin mattress on the floor, a child-sized dresser, and a rod to hang clothes on.

She moved from job to job, but that’s not rare here. Lake Placid is a touristy sports town with plenty of low-paying jobs, and people come and go, moving on to Boulder or Salt Lake City or giving up on their particular dream and heading back home to the unexciting job they never thought they’d have to take. Jessamyn had a quick wit and a sardonic manner, and men flocked to her. She’d date them for a few weeks, then discard them as if they were an article of clothing that didn’t quite fit—apparently with no hard feelings on either side. She partied hard in the local bars but didn’t bring it home with her. I never encountered a drunken paramour stumbling down the stairs; her employer never called because she missed a shift. And, like me, she never got involved with any of our roommates. You don’t fish in your own pond; you don’t hunt in your own backyard.

Then she met Tobin Winslow.

I would have pegged him for trouble from the start, with his frat-boy good looks, floppy hair, sleepy brown eyes, and diffident manner. It was written all over him that he was the sort of person who assumes life should go his way, no matter what. He didn’t have a job to speak of, nothing steady, and drove a rattletrap pickup that seemed as much a prop as his Carhartt pants and flannel shirts. I suspected he’d grown up in a world of crisp khakis and button-downs and gone to an elite prep school, then partied himself right out of Harvard or Princeton before drifting up here, where no one ever asked where or if you’d gone to university.

It surprised me that Jessamyn fell for him—actually it surprised me she fell for anyone, because I hadn’t seen her let anyone get too close. But Tobin seemed to appeal to something in her in a way the local guys hadn’t. Maybe she was looking for someone who might take her away from here. Maybe she was yearning for conversation about more than ice fishing or carburetors or whatever game had been on television the night before. She’d been steadily working her way through the shelves of the Lake Placid library, and most of the guys she dated probably hadn’t cracked a book since high school. And while Tobin may have been playing the role of good old boy, there was a lot going on behind that sleepy-lidded look.

But it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that Tobin Winslow likely wouldn’t be leading Jessamyn down a path to anything new and improved. Falling for him meant giving up a big chunk of herself—although maybe that would have happened no matter who she fell for. Maybe she didn’t know how to love without giving up herself. I’d figured that Jessamyn’s flippant manner, hard drinking, and serial dating had been the veneer she’d adopted to cope with things life had thrown at her, things I could only guess at. But it had worked, in its way. Sure, she dated guys who were completely unaware of her intellect and she hadn’t been able to settle down, but that happens to a lot of us. She had a life she could handle and at least pretend to be happy.

But Tobin had changed all that. Around him she dropped her sardonic edge and became close to meek. It didn’t seem a change for the better. I didn’t expect it was going to end well—I couldn’t see Tobin settling down here, or whisking Jessamyn off to the bosom of his family, wherever they might be.

Tobin would periodically disappear for a week or two—no one knew where—and while he was gone Jessamyn would show glimmers of her old self. But once he came back she’d take right back up with him again as if he’d never left, an Adirondack version of a Stepford wife.

And the face beneath the ice was his.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

"At the start of Henry's haunting follow-up to her Agatha-winning debut, Learning to Swim, reporter Troy Chance stumbles onto what could be the story that changes her career - as well as several lives... Adding considerably to the compulsively readable mystery that unfolds...is Henry's bone-deep sense of this terribly beautiful place." - Publishers Weekly
"I loved Sara J. Henry's first novel, Learning to Swim, and A Cold and Lonely Place is even better. This is a character-driven thriller set in one of the coldest and loneliest places in the United States: the Adirondack Mountains in mid-winter. When the body of a hard-drinking young playboy is discovered frozen into the ice in Saranac Lake just before the annual winter carnival, Troy Chance, the tough-minded and good-hearted young journalist from Learning to Swim, has another horrific mystery to solve. Sara J. Henry brilliantly draws us into a terrifying but ultimately affirmative novel in which, once again, love, friendship, and the shining truth about who we really are redeems an otherwise hopeless universe." - Howard Frank Mosher, award-winning author of The Great Northern Express and Walking to Gatlinburg
"Sara J. Henry's stellar debut, Learning to Swim, collared multiple major mystery awards. Now A Cold and Lonely Place showcases Henry's powerful new voice. Set in the Adirondack winter, it is both a deeply atmospheric, seductive read and a captivating literary mystery. Put this one on your must-read list!" - Julia Spencer-Fleming, New York Times bestselling author of One Was A Soldier
"Troy Chance, the dogged and conflicted narrator of Sara J. Henry's latest must-read novel, captures eloquently the travails of a small-town newspaper reporter caught in a twisting vortex that may prove to be the biggest story of her career. A Cold and Lonely Place is spot-on in its authenticity and profundity, written by an immensely gifted author who definitely knows her stuff." - Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist David Freed, author of the Cordell Logan mystery series

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A Cold and Lonely Place 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 39 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've really enjoyed both of this authors books & look forward to the next one ... but, can't the publisher afford a decent editor? JEEZ, I'll do it for free! It's very distracting when sentences don't read right and you have to go back to fix them in your head!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Writer delves into a mysterious death and reveals fascinating characters and families in an adirondack town. The people and their emotions ring true in this well-written novel.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
2nd of Sara Henry's books published in 2013, anxiously awaiting her Third book. Troy Chance's character is a well rounded, fully developed, independent woman. She is fully believable and Very interesting. Please bring her back again for more adventures
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not stop reading this book. Deep characters and engaging plot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I’d like to read more from this author featuring this character. Troy comes across as both spunky and vulnerable. Each time there was something of a denouement another part of the story remained, to my relief, to be resolved. A great mystery read.
RonnaL More than 1 year ago
Sanarac Lake in the Adirondacks is a place where snow and ice accommodate many winter sports, and tourists who just want a fun winter retreat.  It's a place so cold that cars drive over frozen lakes in the winter, and tears freeze on you face before they can fall off.  Troy Chance is a freelance journalist who lives in her home with numerous roommates who do their own thing, and that suits her just fine!  Troy is sent to cover the set up of the Winter Carnival, where an Ice Palace is being built from carved out slabs of ice from the lake.  As she's snapping pictures, see finds herself looking into the frozen face of, Tobin, one of her roommate's boyfriends.  Did he die by accident, suicide, or murder?  The local newspaper editor wants Troy to write a series of articles on Tobin's life.  Troy had not liked Tobin before his death, and she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about him as she learned about his childhood, family, and recent friends.  But for sure, she learned a great deal about traumas, kindnesses, and more about this run away playboy than she could have imagined.  Not being overly fond of media reporting in general, I found this book fascinating as much for the journalistic investigating and reports, as I did for the mystery.  Both good and bad sides of reporting facts and interpretations of facts really developed the mystery for me.  I especially appreciated Troy's take on her decision making---"Sometimes letting the truth out let's people heal, and sometimes it makes things worse. And you couldn't really know which, until you did it, and sometimes only later." This is Troy's second adventure.  Though not necessary to read the first before this one, there are references to LEARNING TO SWIM in this book that would be spoilers if you choose to read the first book later----and the first book was an excellent multi-award winner that I would highly recommend reading first.  Sara Henry captures character and atmosphere excellently.  Even in my warm house, I felt frosted while reading these books.  I was also surprised to find myself in some of the same dilemmas as Troy in deciding how I might report a situation.  Definitely more than just your average mystery!
Anonymous 8 months ago
I enjoyed the twisted plot
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I really enjoyed it. The ending is ehh
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Great book. I couldn't wait to get to the end. A great group of characters. I highly recommend!
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A suspenceful & heart warming book.
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279 pages, book two in a series. Cost $5.99 plus tax, which is a little steep.frirst person. First book had 260 pages and cost $2.99. It needed an efitor, but was good also. I rated it four stars. This was much better, with better editing, more definitive characters and a smoother flow. It is stand alone, but but left enough room for a third book to enter the fray seamlessly. This book was published in 2013, as yet a third book has not been released. I am looking forward to book four and with a book of this caliber, I do not mind spending a bit more. No sex, religion, politics, there is only a knock to the head, in the form of violence. A thimbleful of romance, a slight nod toward a homosexual person and no profanity. This was an excellant book. For adults, but mystery lovers as young as 15 or 16 will find this book enjoyable as well. Not chick lit. Men will enjoy it also. AD
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