Out of the Deep I Cry
A Clare Fergusson/Russ Van Alstyne Mystery
Chapter One
THEN
Friday, June 26, 1970
Russ Van Alstyne had just gotten a tug on his line when he saw the old
lady get up from between the headstones she had been trimming, lay
down her gardening tools, and walk into the reservoir. She had been
tidying up a tiny plot, four moldering grave markers tucked under the
towering black pines, so close to the edge of Stewart's Pond Reservoir
that a good motorboat wake could have kicked spray over the stones.
She had appeared at some point after he and Shaun had launched their
rowboat, and he had noted her, now and then, while they had drifted in
the sunshine.
They had been fishing a couple hours already, enjoying the hot weather,
and some brews, and some primo grass Shaun's older brother had
scored down to Albany, but Russ had only landed a few sunnies, crap
fish he threw back as soon as he had them off the hook.
So when his six-pound test tightened like a piano wire and his bobber
disappeared beneath the water, he sat up, excited. He knew he had
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