When is it darkest?


Today I'm pondering unwanted changes in my day-to-day, life and the question of whether they're truly dark or light comes to mind. Putting the spotlight on a book called Darkest Before the Dawn seems singularly appropriate to my feelings. I shall look forward to dawn. Meanwhile, enjoy.

DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN
Author: Mike Martin
Publisher: Ottawa Press and Publishing
Pages: 266
Genre: Mystery
Price $14.99 paperback

Darkest Before the Dawn is the latest adventure of Sgt. Winston Windflower, a Mountie who finds himself surrounded by a new family and a new life in tiny Grand Bank, Newfoundland. There are signs of trouble that may disturb his pleasant life, including a series of unsolved break-ins and the lack of supports for young people in the most trying time of their lives. But there are always good friends, good food and the sense that if we all pull together, we can find a way to get through even the darkest days.

Ghosts, mysterious deaths, and a new character enliven the pages as Windflower and Tizzard and the other police officers awaken the secrets that have been lying dormant in this sleepy little town. The deeper they dig the more they find as the criminals they seek dive deeper behind the curtains of anonymity and technology. But more than anything, this is a story of love and loss, of growing up and learning how to grow old gracefully. It is also about family and community and looking after each other. Of not giving up hope just before the dawn.

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Winston Windflower was surrounded by women. Literally and figuratively. At home, his beautiful wife, Sheila Hillier, was busy minding the new joy of their lives. Amelia Louise was just over a month old, and she was the most beautiful thing that the RCMP sergeant had ever seen. Right in front of him was a gaggle of ladies from the Grand Bank United Church Women. He was finishing up the latest in a series of seminars the local Mounties were conducting on how to make your home safer.
The sessions were in response to a series of break-ins around the Burin Peninsula in recent months. There had been ten reported in Grand Bank alone. This was concerning to the locals who were used to living in a community where you never had to lock your doors at night. It was disturbing to the RCMP as well because they had no idea who was behind this latest crime spree. Usually, that was the easiest part of their job.
Break and enters were often carried out by drug users looking for quick money for hits or professionals who would stake out a home or business that had particularly valuable assets. There were random robberies for other reasons, too, but ten in one small town was more than unusual. What was even stranger was that houses had been broken into, and nothing appeared to be missing.
That had startled the RCMP and scared the local women
who had come out tonight to hear about double bolts and security systems.
“We never had to lock our doors around here,” said Mabel Bennett.
“Who is doing this, Sergeant?” asked Rachel Mahoney. “Is it drugs?” asked Barb Pritchard.
Windflower was trying to respond but the questions kept coming.
“They don’t know yet,” came a voice from behind him. Windflower turned to see who had come to his rescue. It was Betsy Molloy, his administrative assistant. “The whole detachment is working on it, and they’ll find them,” continued Betsy. “The Mounties always get their man,” she stated confidently.
That seemed to assuage the gathered women, who parted to let the RCMP officer slip through. He nodded and smiled as he politely refused all offers for coffee and cake and squeezed his way out of the church hall.
Outside, he exhaled a sigh of relief and breathed in the first warm night air of spring. It was early June, but the weather had been unseasonably cold for this time of year. There’d even been morning frost up until a few nights ago. Tonight was calm and beautiful and mild. Windflower hoped that would be a harbinger of warmer days ahead. But he had learned from living in this part of the world that unpredictable was the norm when it came to weather. The good news was that if you didn’t like the weather at the moment, you only had to wait about an hour and it would be different.
He didn’t really care about wind or weather tonight. He couldn’t wait to get home to see Sheila and their baby. He drove home quickly and was welcomed by yet another female in his life, Lady, his five-year-old collie. She was still a puppy at heart despite her age and wanted to jump and play with her master. Windflower pacified her with a pat on the head and a Milk-Bone biscuit and ran upstairs.
Sheila was putting a new pink onesie on the baby who was< looking at her mother.
“She knows who you are,” said Windflower, creeping in behind her. The baby moved her eyes towards him.
“I think she knows you, too,” said Sheila. “Come and say hello.”
Windflower sat on the bed next to Sheila and grazed his baby’s cheek with his finger. Then, he touched her tiny fingers, and it felt like she was trying to grab on to him. It may have been reflex, but Windflower was overjoyed at her reaction. Maybe she does know me, he thought.
As he was pondering this question, Amelia Louise closed her eyes and was soon fast asleep.
“Put the kettle on, and I’ll be down in a minute,” said Sheila, who picked up the baby and carried her to the bassinet next to the bed.
“Okay,” said Windflower. “I’ll take Lady out for a quick spin too.”
Windflower went downstairs where Lady was waiting none too patiently for him. Her spirits lifted when he grabbed her leash after plugging in the kettle.
“Let’s go girl,” he said. She didn’t need to be told twice. Lady was quite happy to sniff and snort her way all along the roadways in Grand Bank. She did her business and barked at dogs on the route to let them know that she had the best master in town. She was disappointed when Windflower took the short way back home.
But once there, she was quite content to lie at his feet as he sat in the living room with Sheila.
“So, tell me all about your day,” said Windflower.
“It’s not very exciting,” said Sheila. “Eat, poop, sleep. Repeat. But I’m not complaining. We have a beautiful, healthy baby girl.”
Windflower smiled. “Well, I couldn’t be happier, with her and with you.”
“Thank you, Sergeant. What’s happening out in the big world of Grand Bank? How did your meeting go at the church?”
“They’re worried. Can’t say as I blame them.”
“It’s a big shift. Especially for those who have lived here all of their lives. What is going on?”
“Don’t know yet, but as Betsy says, we always get our man.”
Sheila laughed. “Good thing Betsy was there. She’s always helping out with the church ladies.”
“She certainly helped me out tonight. We’ll figure it out. We always do. In the meantime, lock the doors when I’m not around. I don’t want anything happening to my two favourite ladies in the world.”
“Make that three,” said Sheila, laughing again, as Lady pushed herself up against Windflower for one more rub.
He started to stroke her when his cell phone rang. “Boss, it’s Jones. We’ve got a situation. We got a call about a shooting up near the seniors’ club.”
“Injuries?” asked Windflower.
“A teenager,” said Jones. “I’m on my way.”
“I’ll be over in a sec,” said Windflower.
“Bad news?” asked Sheila.
“I’ll call you,” was all he said back.
Sheila didn’t ask any more questions. They liked a layer of insulation between his police work and their personal lives. He gave her a peck on the cheek and patted Lady as he left to drive to the seniors’ club, hoping for the best and fearing the worst.
The reality was somewhere in between.











Mike Martin was born in Newfoundland on the East Coast of Canada and now lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a long-time freelance writer and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers, magazines and online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand. He is the author of Change the Things You Can: Dealing with Difficult People and has written a number of short stories that have published in various publications including Canadian Stories and Downhome magazine.

The Walker on the Cape was his first full fiction book and the premiere of the Sgt. Windflower Mystery Series. Other books in the series include The Body on the T, Beneath the Surface, A Twist of Fortune and A Long Ways from Home, which was shortlisted for the Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award as the best light mystery of the year. A Tangled Web was released in 2017 and the newest book in the series is Darkest Before the Dawn.

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