Gorman didn’t flaunt her body, but he’d seen her flash a little cleavage to get some idiot to fall off his water skis or drive his boat into the dock. Plastic never moved like real flesh and blood. Regis didn’t think the breasis were implants. That’s where they would have been looking. In high school she must have had to wave “Hi” at breast level when she met guys. Jenny was used to being ogled, Regis guessed. Jenny Gorman looked like the Girl Next Door every boy wishes lived next door: dark wavy hair, big hazel eyes, a well-cut mouth, and enormous tits. “Hey, guys,” she said, blowing out a lungful of smoke. Gorman had every opportunity to be impressed with their machismo. Both were covered in dust and sweat and, no doubt, wouldn’t shower until Ms. Regis watched them flop bonelessly down, Gilbert next to Jenny, Dennis at her feet, arms thrown along the table. When they weren’t absorbed in one of those pastimes-or both simultaneously, if Dennis was as much of an “outdoorsman” as he claimed-they did maintenance work. Gil and Dennis were college boys from Pennsylvania who’d come to Lake Powell to work on their tans and get laid. Regis figured maintenance got a good deal on gray paint. They were painted the same dead gray as the marina. The duplexes didn’t blend into the red/roan/rust/buff motif of Lake Powell. One square was for NPS seasonals, the other for concessions workers, kids that pumped fuel and sucked crap out of the houseboats and made Dangling Dogs at the Dangling Rope Marina snack bar. Park employee housing at the Rope was set out in two neat quads, two-bedroom duplexes on each of the sides, surrounding squares of defiantly green grass with four locust trees only slightly taller than Regis and not yet as big around as his wrist. She was sitting on the other picnic table, her feet on the bench, smoking a cigarette as Gilbert and Dennis swaggered into the square of grass and trees fenced in by seasonal housing. Regis Candor took a swig of his beer and watched his neighbor, Jenny Gorman. Thank you, Julie Smith, for picking me up and dusting me off every time I threw myself down and wailed, “I can’t go on!” Thank you, Nancy Christiansen, for being there when I needed you. Thank you, Valerie Reynolds, for easing me through the technicalities of boating and educating the public on water quality issues. I hope you enjoy Gluck as much as I enjoyed your intelligence and companionship. You were not only my guide but kept me company during the writing process in the character of Steve Gluck. Thank you, Scott Sticha, not only for making the expanse of Lake Powell accessible but for finding the people who helped me so much. This book is dedicated to the memory of LAURIE AXELSEN, a good ranger and a fine woman. Plunged into a landscape and a plot she is unfit and untrained to handle, Anna Pigeon must muster the courage, determination and will to live that she didn’t even know she still possessed to survive, outwit and triumph.įor those legions of readers who have been entranced over the years by Park Ranger Anna Pigeon’s strength and determination and those who are new to Nevada Barr’s captivating, compelling novels, this is where it all starts. But Anna herself wakes up, trapped at the bottom of a dry natural well, naked, without supplies and no clear memory of how she found herself in this situation.Īs she slowly pieces together her memory, it soon becomes clear that someone has trapped her there, in an inescapable prison, and no one knows that she is even missing. Her co-workers think she’s simply moved on-her cabin is cleaned out and her things gone. On her day off, Anna goes hiking into the park never to return. In 1995 and 35 years old, fresh off the bus from New York City and nursing a broken heart, Anna Pigeon takes a decidedly unglamorous job as a seasonal employee of the Glen Canyon National Recreational Area. In The Rope, the latest in Nevada Barr’s bestselling novels featuring Anna Pigeon, Nevada Barr gathers together the many strings of Anna’s past and finally reveals the story that her many fans have been long asking for. Series: Anna Pigeon The Rope Nevada BarrĪnna Pigeon’s first case-this is the story her fans have been clamoring for… this is where it all starts.
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