Author(s): Christina Dodd
Series: Murder in Alaska #1
Published by Harlequin on December 29, 2020
Genre(s): Suspense, Thriller
Format: arc, ebook
From New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd comes an all-new thriller featuring a bold and brash female protagonist, a brutal and twisty murder that will have readers turning the pages and a villain that will have them keeping the lights on at night. WRONG ALIBI is perfect for fans of Lisa Jewell, Karin Slaughter, and Sandra Brown.
WRONG JOBEighteen-year-old Evelyn Jones lands a job in small-town Alaska, working for a man in his isolated mountain home. But her bright hopes for the future are shattered when Donald White disappears, leaving her to face charges of theft, embezzlement—and a brutal double murder. Her protestations of innocence count for nothing. Convicted, she faces life in prison…until fate sends her on the run.
WRONG NAMEEvie's escape leaves her scarred and in hiding, isolated from her family, working under an alias at a wilderness camp. Bent on justice, intent on recovering her life, she searches for the killer who slaughters without remorse.
WRONG ALIBIAt last, the day comes. Donald White has returned. Evie emerges from hiding; the fugitive becomes the hunter. But in her mind, she hears the whisper of other forces at work. Now Evelyn must untangle the threads of evidence before she’s once again found with blood on her hands: the blood of her own family…
I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
This post contains affiliate links you can use to purchase the book. If you buy the book using that link, I will receive a small commission from the sale.
This was my first time venturing into a world created by Christina Dodd and what a trip. Wrong Alibi is the first book in the Murder in Alaska series. This installment introduces the reader to eighteen-year-old Evelyn Jones, who has recently been from juvenile detention after a four-year sentence. Determined to get her life back on track, she accepted a job from a Donald White in Rockin, Alaska. However, what Evelyn thought would be the means to regain her mother’s favour turned into a nightmare when her new employer framed her for murder and embezzlement. Charged and convicted, she faced life imprisonment, however fate had other plans and soon she would find herself on the run, under an assumed name with one thing on her mind, revenge.
I had a great time with this story, which unfolded at an exciting and suspenseful pace. Revenge may have been the dominant theme of this exciting tale, however, the reader saw where the characters went through a process of healing and forgiveness. The story drew me in, but the thing that kept me turning the pages were the twists, which kept changing the game. I never knew what to expect. The author treated the reader to a smidgen of romance, which I honestly never expected. Despite its unexpected introduction, I thought it blended well in to the story
Spending time with the characters and getting to know each one proved to be an entertaining experience. Evelyn’s story wreaked havoc on my emotions. The pain and heartache she experienced had the potential to break her, but she rose above it, which demonstrated her strength and determination. The secondary characters brought their share of excitement, danger and humour to the story.
Although I enjoyed the story, it was not without its issues. Sections of the story did not flow smoothly, and there were some aspects, which could have been further developed.
In concluding Wrong Alibi, which featured a wonderful cast of characters, providing an escaping reality for a few hours. Readers who enjoy suspense and thrillers should add it to their book shelf.
Midnight Sun Fishing Camp
Eight years ago
Five and a half hours a day when the sun rose above the horizon.
Storm clouds so thick, daylight never penetrated, and night reigned eternal.
Thirty below zero Fahrenheit.
The hurricane-force wind wrapped frigid temperatures around the lodge, driving through the log cabin construction and the steel roof, ignoring the insulation, creeping inch by inch into the Great Room where twenty-year-old Petie huddled on a love seat, dressed in a former guest’s flannel pajamas and bundled in a Pendleton Northern Lights wool blanket. A wind like this pushed snow through the roof vents, and she knew as soon as the storm stopped, she’d be up in the attic shoveling it out.
Or not. Maybe first the ceiling would fall in on top of her.
Who would know? Who would care?
The storm of the century, online news called it, before the internet disappeared in a blast that blew out the cable like a candle.
For a second long, dark winter, she was the only living being tending the Midnight Sun cabins and the lodge, making sure the dark, relentless Alaska winter didn’t do too much damage and in the spring the camp could open to enthusiastic fishermen, corporate team builders and rugged individualists.
Alone for eight months of the year. No Christmas. No New Year’s. No Valentine’s Day. No any day, nothing interesting, just dark dark dark isolation and fear that she would die out here.
With the internet gone, she waited for the next inevitable event.
The lights went out.
On each of the four walls, a small, battery-charged nightlight came on to battle feebly against the darkness. Outside, the storm roared. Inside, cold swallowed the heat with greedy appetite.
Petie sat and stared into a dark so black it hurt her eyes. And remembered…
There, against the far back wall of the basement, in the darkest corner, white plastic covered…something. Slowly, Petie approached, driven by a terrible fear. She stopped about three feet away, leaned forward and reached out, far out, to grasp the corner of the plastic, pull it back, and see—
With a gasp, Petie leaped to her feet.
No. Just no. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—replay those memories again.
She tossed the blanket onto the floor and groped for the flashlights on the table beside her: the big metal one with a hefty weight and the smaller plastic headlamp she could strap to her forehead. She clicked on the big one and shone it around the lodge, reassuring herself no one and nothing was here. No ghosts, no zombies, no cruel people making ruthless judgments about the gullible young woman she had been.
Armed with both lights, she moved purposefully out of the Great Room, through the massive kitchen and toward the utility room.
The door between the kitchen and the utility room was insulated, the first barrier between the lodge and the bitter, rattling winds. She opened that door, took a breath of the even chillier air, stepped into the utility room and shut herself in. There she donned socks, boots, ski pants, an insulated shirt, a cold-weather blanket cut with arm holes, a knit hat and an ancient, full-length, seal-skin, Aleut-made coat with a hood. She checked the outside temperature.
Colder now—forty below and with the wind howling, the wind chill would be sixty below, seventy below…who knew? Who cared? Exposed skin froze in extreme cold and add the wind chill… She wrapped a scarf around her face and the back of her neck. Then unwrapped it to secure the headlamp low on her forehead. Then wrapped herself up again, trying to cover as much skin as she could before she faced the punishing weather.
She pointed her big flashlight at the generator checklist posted on the wall and read:
Hawley’s reasons why the generator will fail to start. The generator is new and well-tested, so the problem is:
LOOSE BATTERY CABLE
CORRODED BATTERY CONNECTION
Solution: Use metal terminal battery brush to clean connections and reattach.
Solution: Change battery in the autumn to avoid ever having to change it in the middle of a major fucking winter storm.
If she wasn’t standing there alone in the dark in the bitter cold, she would have grinned. The owner of the fishing camp, Hawley Foggo, taught his employees Hawley’s Rules. He had them for every occurrence of the fishing camp, and that last sounded exactly like him.
The generator used a car battery, and as instructed, in the autumn she had changed it. This was her second year dealing with the battery, and she felt secure about her work.
So probably this failure was a loose connection or corrosion. Either way, she could fix it and save the lodge from turning into a solid ice cube that wouldn’t thaw until spring.
That was, after all, her job.
So much better than her last job, the one that led to her conviction for a gruesome double murder.
“Okay, Petie, let’s grab that metal battery cleaner thingy and get the job done.” Which sounded pretty easy, when she talked to herself about it, but when she pulled on the insulated ski gloves, they limited her dexterity.
Out of the corner of her eye, a light blinked out.
She looked back into the lodge’s Great Room. The nightlights were failing, and soon she really would be alone in the absolute darkness, facing the memories of that long-ago day in the basement.
Good incentive to hurry.
She grabbed the wire battery connection cleaner thingy and moved to the outer door.
There she paused and pictured the outdoor layout.
A loosely built lean-to protected the generator from the worst of the weather while allowing the exhaust to escape. That meant she wasn’t stepping out into the full force of the storm; she would be as protected as the generator itself. Which was apparently not well enough since the damned thing wasn’t working.
She gathered her fortitude and eased the outer door open.
The wind caught it, yanked it wide and dragged her outside and down the steps. She hung on to the door handle, flailed around on the frozen ground, and when she regained her footing, she used all her strength to shove the door closed again.
Then she was alone, outside, in a killer storm, in the massive, bleak wilderness that was Alaska.
Excerpted from Wrong Alibi by Christina Dodd Copyright © Christina Dodd. Published by HQN Books.