When she's not knitting, Vicki
Doudera writes novels, short stories, and nonfiction. High--stakes real estate
is the backdrop of her Darby Farr Mystery Series, with the latest, Deal
Killer, set in Manhattan.
Vicki's books have twice been chosen by Suspense
Magazine as top reads, with 2013's Final Settlement named a "Best Cozy" of the
year. MWA’s new anthology Ice Cold and Level Best's Rogue
Wave both feature her short stories.
You can read more about Vicki and her books at her website.
The heroine of my mystery series, Darby Farr, doesn’t knit, and I’m not
sure why not. As a practicing
Aikido expert, she’s good with her hands, and goodness knows she could use a
thick sweater (or two) to help weather the winters in her hometown of Hurricane
Harbor, Maine. But Darby’s never
picked up a ball of yarn—not in one of the five books—which actually surprises
me, because this is a craft that I love.
The first time I held knitting needles and practiced my purling, I was
probably ten or so, with either my grandmother or great aunt (they lived
together and were both crafty ladies) by my side. Since then, I’ve made all
kinds of things—mittens, socks, scarves, cowls, sweaters, hats and, last
winter—a fabulous cabled skirt. Many of these gems have been gifts, received
with a delighted “thank you!” and worn with pride. At least that’s what I
always thought, until I gave my mother the Boomerang Shawl two Christmases ago.
Here’s what happened. Mom opened the box with the shawl (pattern
available on Ravelry) and she smiled, tried it on, and thanked me. I thought
the project had come out pretty well. I knitted it in muted colors in a soft
Alpaca wool, although truthfully it came out a bit denser than I’d intended. This
was because I used a needle two sizes smaller than the pattern had indicated,
so rather than being lacy and light, the shawl was on the meaty side. But I
convinced myself that density equaled warmth, and given our New England winters
of late, warmth was darn good.
Last winter—one of the coldest on record—I realized I had never seen my
mother wear the
The answer hit me like a sack of skeins: she didn’t like it.
Of course I could have asked her where her pretty shawl was hiding, but
that would have meant embarrassing her. Instead, I crafted a bold plan—something
my mystery heroine would do. I decided to steal the shawl, take it apart, and
reknit it with the right needle size.
Two weeks ago, while Mom was at work at the local hospital, I unlocked
her door, sneaked past the cat, and headed upstairs in search of the shawl. I
was nearly ready to give up when I found it, tucked in the back of a bottom
drawer, behind a bunch of lilac-scented hankies. I secreted it home, and that
night I ripped out all those carefully made stitches.
Deconstruction of the shawl was easier than I thought. I balled the yarn
and let it “rest” for a day or two to help settle out the kinks. And then I got
busy with bigger needles and reknit the shawl.
It came out beautifully. Airy, yet warm, with a wonderful pattern up the
back. I love it, and have tucked it in my own lilac-scented drawer, although I
promise you it will get worn.
Will I return the gift to its rightful owner? I’m not sure. I’d have to
explain to mom why I took it back and that could be awkward. I may just keep it
myself. And that’s okay, I think. My Boomerang Shawl’s simply living up to its
name.
Deal Killer
A Darby Farr Mystery
Murder comes to Manhattan when
Realtor-turned-sleuth Darby Farr arrives in the Big Apple and finds big
trouble: her boyfriend Miles Porter’s a suspect in the brutal stabbing of a
Russian businessman. Setting out to prove his innocence, Darby discovers that
Central Park Place—the luxury residence
where Miles lives—is a hotbed of wealthy
tenants with well-guarded secrets. One of them is Natalia Kazakova, a
billionaire’s daughter and the victim’s not-so-distraught fiancée, whose
investigative journalism has caught the attention of Russia’s shadowy security
agency. With the looming threat of Soviet-era spies and a long list of rich and
devious suspects, Darby must work fast to stop a killer who knows no bounds.
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