In the Bleak Midwinter

OUTSTANDING PRAISE

FOR JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING’S

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER

“Fleming hits a grand slam with In the Bleak Midwinter. The tension is constant. The dialogue is dead-on. The characters are interesting, thought-provoking, and honest. The prose soars above the quality usually found in this genre. To top it all off, the story twists and turns to the last page.”

—Denver Rocky Mountain News

“Without ever slighting the central situation of the abandoned mother and her abandoned child, Spencer-Fleming shows admirable resourcefulness in the changes she brings to it.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“Compelling . . . many twists.”

—Romantic Times

“Filled with many twists and turns . . . [a] warm tale.”

—Midwest Book Review

“The prose soars . . . the story twists and turns to the last page.”

—Maine Sunday Telegram

“Julia Spencer-Fleming is already a winner, but she deserves a triple crown. In a strong, distinctive voice, she sets her characters down In the Bleak Midwinter and pits them against public murder, personal demons, and the power of nature itself.”

—Kathy Lynn Emerson, author of the Face Down Mysteries

“One of the most impressive ‘first’ crime novels I’ve read. A priest, a cop, a baby on the doorstep, and a lot of snow combined with suspenseful results for one great book.”

—Charlaine Harris, author of Shakespeare’s Counselor

“Don’t miss this one! You’ll be rooting for Clare Fergusson in this engaging and vital mystery.”

—April Henry, author of the Claire Montrose mysteries and Learning to Fly

In the Bleak

Midwinter

Julia Spencer-Fleming

St. Martin’s Paperbacks

TABLE OF CONTENTS

TITLE

COPYRIGHT

DEDICATION

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD

NOTE: If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER

Copyright © 2002 by Julia Spencer-Fleming.

Excerpt from A Fountain Filled with Blood © 2003 by Julia Spencer-Fleming.

Cover photograph © Ed Dimsdale/Photonica.

Hymn on page xi, “In the Bleak Midwinter,” from The Hymnal 1982, published by The Publishing Co.

Hymn on page 79, “The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns,” from The Hymnal 1982, published by The Publishing Co.

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Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2001051303

ISBN: 0-312-98676-9

Printed in the United States of America

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–TO LESLIE–

WINTER MUST BE COLD FOR THOSE WITH NO WARM MEMORIES.

—DELMER DAVES AND LEO MCCARY

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to Ruth Cavin, Julie Sullivan, and everyone at St. Martin’s Press for making my first time so much fun, and thanks to Luci Zahray for discovering me. This book was immeasurably improved by the critiques of those who read it as a work-in-progress: Adele Hutchinson; my father, John Fleming; Karen Fletcher; Les Smith; and Anne Steele Zembala. I had expert help from the clergy of the Cathedral Church of St. Luke, Portland, Maine, and from Timothy J. LaMar, formerly of the U.S. Army Infantry, who took me shooting and explained what it sounds like when you bash in someone’s head with a rock. Thanks to my mother, Lois Fleming, my first and best writing instructor, editor, critic, and fan. Finally, thanks to my husband, Ross Hugo-Vidal, who went through everything but a plague of locusts during the writing of this book and lived to tell the tale.

IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER

LYRICS BY CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,

In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;

Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign;

In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed

The Lord God incarnate, Jesus Christ.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,

Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;