Setting: St Petersburg, Russia – armored truck heist; Niniltna, Alaska – Kate’s homestead, various others homes; Bering, Alaska – Baird Air - local airport with 2-bunk cabin, bank, friend’s 2 story house with marks from different floods, Russian freighter, ranger’s office,
Theme: grief – separation from emotions; detectiving; reflection on what’s important; wanting to live;
Characters:
First Sergeant Jim Chopin aka Chopper Jim: pilot; First Sergeant of the Alaska State Troopers; months have passed since Kate disappeared, he wants to know where she went; a ladies’ man; in the process of reconnecting with her, he acknowledges that he was jealous of her dead lover (jealous when he was alive), he isn’t interested in women who are making eyes at him, and he is attracted to Kate; sent to flush out Russian mafia – who may be selling plutonium in Bering;
Kate Shugak: shockingly, guiltily suffering the bloody loss of her love – who was finally arranging to move in with her, Kate leaves the Park and her homestead… and is working in Bering at an airport, long shifts, loading/unloading planes – putting a wall up against her emotions, working too hard to feel;
Mutt: Kate’s constant companion / protector; joyfully greets Jim;
Jacob Baird: owns the airport; making hand over fist piles of money; brusk, demanding;
Stephanie Chevak: 10 years old; meets Jim early one morning, when she was flying her model plane with a camera; she is the daughter of Kate’s college friend; she is highly intelligent – into science and math – bedroom full of solar systems, space shuttles, and star wars posters; a misfit at school, and to her tribe (who puts tribe over individualism); Kate tells her she will help her – a phone call or letter away… and when Stephanie says she wants to go away to school, Kate tells her she will help her do so… and suggests she wait 3 years, til Jr High – and to enjoy her grandparents now; when Kate and Jim taken by Russians in plane, she had been experimenting with her camera plane and caught it on tape… and takes the tape to the police;
Alice Chevak: Stephanie’s mom; Kate’s stabilizing friend in college, especially helping her survive her first year; optimistic, friendly; returned home to Bering to raise her daughter (dad’s green fanaticism took him away); head bank clerk; excited to play Nancy Drew for Kate, to retrieve the banking statements of the freighters – especially the Russian one; ends up dead, and though Kate blames herself, thinking it was tied to her investigating, it was an obsessed, drunk exboyfriend who had picked her up in front of the bank and when she refused to return to him, he beat her to death (confessed to sister, who finally told the police);
Ray Chevak: (Emaa / Etakaterina / Kate’s grandmother)’s lover; a shock for Kate to find this man who loved her grandmother so much and for so long… her grandmother kept that part of her life hidden from Kate;
Senator Christopher Overmore: Bering’s Senator in the legislature; in cahoots with the Russians to money laundering through his brother-in-law’s bank;
Ivanov aka Kamyanka: very good looking; no pictures on file; stepped into head of Russian mafia; stole rubles, stole plutonium, to finance his entry into American commerce and money laundering;
General Armin Glukhov: Overmore’s friend from way back; working with Ivanov and Overmore in money laundering;
Yuri: one of the crew on the Russian ship; brings knick knacks to Kate to ship to Russia – and stays and plays Snide cards with her late at night; a bit of flirting, a way to pass the time; and then, he is the one assigned to Kate when they think she knows too much… ohhhh Yuri… he gets his;
Maxine Carroll / Alberto CasanareCesanare: FBI Special Agents , task force - the Russian mafia: convinced Kate is bad; convinced that terrorists are in Alaska to deal with the Russians for the plutonium… they are last on board to see that there was a broader picture of money laundering;
Kiril Davidovitch: security on armored truck, survived and can identify Ivanovich;
Summary:
Exterior story – figuring out the Russian’s game; Jim spends an hour on the Russian freighter, doesn’t find anything, and gets kalunked on the head, and doesn’t remember anything; Kate goes much further in uncovering what was going on – the bank records… her invitation on the Russian ship by Yuri… her library investigation into her friends.
Interior story – Jim, mixed feelings around Kate – anger, worry, sexual; he comforts her when she breaks down after he tells her Stephanie is dead – when she feels like the angel of death – and cuddles with her when she sleeps, and she wakes up enough to initiate lovemaking, not taking no when he tries to withdraw – but calling him Jack towards the end; Kate is rejoining the world – bit by bit… extending her hand to little Stephanie… investigating… crying… and when someone tries to kill her, realizes she wants to live… she wants to go home;
Jim and Kate end up on the highjacked plane of the Russians… they are going to push Kate out the door… Jim plummets the plane, saving them both…
And Kate returns home, and has fun with Mutt on the path back to her Homestead;
Memorable Scenes:
“He opened the door and sat sideways on the seat, arms folded across his chest, watching a squirrel stuff her face with spruce cone seeds, the individual petals of the cone raining down in a tiny shower of debris, her cheeks pouched out like an overstuffed purse. She was an efficient if messy eater.”
She had been born Native and raised white, giving her a foot in both worlds. It had cursed her with perspective. Perspective was a quality essential in seeing things clearly for what they were, but not so good when it came time to take sides, to commit to family or, as in this case, tribal loyalty.
He sat up with a jerk, toppling Mutt to the floor. A small woman stood in the doorway, framed by the afternoon sun streaming in around her. Her face was in shadow, but he would have recognized the outline of that figure inhis sleep, as he had recognized the low rasp of her voice. “Kate?” The familiar husby rasp of her voice was welcome, if its words were not. “What the hell are you doing here, Chopin?”… After that first startled exclamation, she had, it appeared, nothing further to say to him… He heard Chick’s words echo against the inside of his skull. No snap, no crackle, no pop, no sparks at all. She’s pulled the plug.
“Jim Chopin, of all people. .. also known with some truth as the Father of the Park. He just had to show up and destroy what fragile peace of mind she had managed to achieve after four months’ effort. He even had the gall to be angry, not just angry but furious, almost violent in his rage… She didn’t want to feel.
After Yuri, who had seemed a friend, came and played cards with Kate a couple of times a week late at night, seemingly light hearted, knucks her on the head, kidnaps her, and tries to kill her – Kate manages to knock him out of the truck, and Mutt caught up, growls, and he missteps backward down the cliff part way – dead… and “mutt squatted over Yuri’s body, cut loose with a stream of urine, kicked a contemptuous pawful of dirt over him and bounded up the bank. She jumped up to place her paws on Kate’s shoulders, anxious eyes staring into Kate’s own. A steady, worried whine had replaced the menacing growl. ‘It’s okay, girl.’ The words came out in a croaking whisper.”
“In his life he had never treated a woman so shabbily. Yes, he thought of himself as a cocksman; yes, he’d had a weather eye out for the girl most likely since he was fourteen and had been deflowered lustily and most enjoyably by the girls’ softball coach at the Y. He loved women, all women, short, tall, fat, thin, old, young; he did not discriminate. He loved everything about them, the shapes of their bodies as well as the convoluted workings of their minds. He loved the chase as much as he loved the culmination of the chase. His problem was that he had a short attention span, as the first women in his life had pointed out to him, with emphasis. He made up for it with a combination of truth and good manners; telling the first and displaying the second. Telling the truth entailed never making promises he knew he wouldn’t keep. Good manners included waking up next to the same woman you’d gone to bed with the night before, remembering her name, and thinking her in word and deed for the privelage.”
“Why’d he try to kill you?
“I don’t know. He didn’t say, and I was too busy fending him off to ask him,” she said, with a returning spark of her old spirit.”