{"id":4421,"date":"2026-01-04T00:24:54","date_gmt":"2026-01-04T00:24:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-shallows-a-nils-shapiro-novel-goldman-matt\/"},"modified":"2026-01-04T00:24:54","modified_gmt":"2026-01-04T00:24:54","slug":"the-shallows-a-nils-shapiro-novel-goldman-matt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-shallows-a-nils-shapiro-novel-goldman-matt\/","title":{"rendered":"The Shallows: A Nils Shapiro Novel – Goldman, Matt"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Police floodlights lit the backyard, insects flew crazy squiggles in the faux daylight, and I followed a lackluster cop down to Christmas Lake.<\/p>\n

We stepped onto a dock of fiberglass planks. It jiggled underfoot. A red rowing shell lay at the end, overturned and chained to a galvanized post. It was 4:30 A.M<\/small>. The eastern sky had lightened to gray with a breath of purple. I looked down. Todd Rabinowitz\u2019s body lay on the sandy lake bottom under a couple feet of water. It wore khaki pants and a white T-shirt. He looked like he\u2019d lived to about fifty. Fish nibbled on dead Todd\u2019s face and fingertips.<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cYou\u2019re leaving him in the water?\u201d<\/p>\n

Detective Mike Norton said, \u201cThere\u2019s a complication.\u201d Norton <\/span>was midfifties, tall, white, and doughy. He had light brown hair and a forehead so big he could rent it out as a billboard. Dress pants and a dress shirt but without jacket and tie. A badge hung on his belt. He said, \u201cWhen Mrs. Rabinowitz found her husband, she wasn\u2019t sure he was dead. She was using her phone as a flashlight. That\u2019s how she spotted him. So she ran into the water and tried to pull him up on shore. She moved him a couple of feet then the body stopped. It was hung up on something. She was freaking out, which hey, you can\u2019t blame her for. She wanted to see what he was caught on but didn\u2019t want to look too close. Most people don\u2019t spend a lot of time around dead bodies.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you said she didn\u2019t know if her husband was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well. I\u2019m just telling you what she told me. So, Mrs. Rabinowitz walks out closer to the body and sees there\u2019s a cord underwater that leads to the dock.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the dock. A red nylon cord was tied to a post.<\/p>\n

Norton said, \u201cOnly it\u2019s not exactly a cord.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like a fish stringer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYep. But instead of the spike running into a fish\u2019s mouth and out its gill, it runs it into the vic\u2019s mouth, under his tongue, and out his lower jaw. The killer then ran the spike through the ring-end and tied the cord to the dock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike a caught fish.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYep.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Mrs. Rabinowitz didn\u2019t untie him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNope,\u201d said Norton. \u201cShe said she was too upset. And by then she was pretty sure her husband was dead. That\u2019s when she called nine-one-one.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wiped the back of my hand across my face. The August air was so humid I couldn\u2019t tell if I was sweating or moisture had <\/span>condensed on my skin like I was a hunk of cheese. I said, \u201cGet him out of the lake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re holding off, Mr. Shapiro. CSU is unloading now. We\u2019re waiting for them so it\u2019s done right. We don\u2019t want to mess up any evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n

I watched the fish feeding on Todd Rabinowitz\u2019s body. Sunfish, crappies, perch, and pike. Might have been a few small trout in there. Then the body rolled faceup.<\/p>\n

\u201cShit!\u201d said Norton. He jumped back. \u201cSorry. Just surprised me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike you said: most people don\u2019t spend a lot of time around dead bodies.\u201d I glanced without favor at the country club cop. Then I returned my attention to the water. Todd Rabinowitz stared at the starry sky. The fish had eaten away his eyelids.<\/p>\n

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My day started at 3:27 A.M<\/small>. with Anders Ellegaard\u2019s phone call. He was my best friend and business partner, although \u201cpartner\u201d is a misleading term. Ellegaard ran our private investigative firm. He assumed the important responsibilities like paying bills, bringing in new business, and purchasing our health insurance. I assumed other tasks like, during one of our slower weeks, making a catapult out of coffee stir sticks and a rubber band.<\/p>\n

Ellegaard told me his wife, Molly, had just received a call from a friend named Robin Rabinowitz. Robin found her husband dead in their lake, and she requested I go out to see her. Not anyone from the firm. Me. Robin insisted it be me.<\/p>\n

When Ellegaard called, I was sleeping next to my ex-wife. <\/span>We had a bad habit of falling into bed together. For her, it seemed just that. Bed. But for me, Micaela was a spring trap\u2014I\u2019d have to chew my heart out to get away. I\u2019d tried cutting off all contact. That lasted a year and did nothing to help me move on. So, for the past six months, I woke in her bed as often as my own. We had both just turned forty. I\u2019d heard women hit their sexual peak in their forties. Based on our recent frequency, that appeared to be true. Happy birthday to us.<\/p>\n

Everything you need to know about Micaela Stahl you could tell by looking at her side of the bed. It looked more sat-on than slept-in. No strewn sheets. No twisted duvet. No mangled pillows. Micaela slept rock-still, her dreams and worries never creating enough turmoil to toss or turn her. When she told me about a dream, even a bad one, even right after waking, she\u2019d already analyzed it. It was as if she\u2019d not experienced the dream but had seen it like a movie and had written the review before it ended.<\/p>\n

Her low stress level helped Micaela succeed at whatever she set her mind to. Or maybe it was the other way around. The companies she ran. Her foundation providing apartments for homeless women and children. And she was a black belt in yoga, or whatever the hell they call a person who\u2019s really good at yoga.<\/p>\n

Micaela\u2019s one failure was her marriage to me, but perhaps failure was my definition. To her the marriage was a house she never quite felt comfortable in or a pair of eyeglasses her eyes never adjusted to. It made perfect sense to move on. Except we didn\u2019t move on, not at night, anyway.<\/p>\n

I put on my jeans, entered Micaela\u2019s master bathroom, brushed my teeth, and pushed my hair around. The face in the mirror did not care for what it saw. Forty Minnesota summers and win<\/span>ters had taken their toll. On my way back through the bedroom, I stopped to look at my ex-wife. She\u2019d get up soon for an early flight to New York. Meetings with money people, she said. I did not kiss her good-bye. There was no point.<\/p>\n

Christmas Lake sits across the road from St. Alban\u2019s Bay. One of dozens of bays that make up Lake Minnetonka. Unlike its gigantic neighbor, Christmas Lake is small and cold. Trout breathe in its oxygen-rich depths. Wealthy people live around it and commute half an hour to work. Or their money works for them, and they commute nowhere at all.<\/p>\n

The Greater Lake Minnetonka Police Department protected and served a handful of municipalities near the lake. They had secured the area. Yellow police tape crossed the narrow street. A GLMPD uniform stood next to it with a clipboard.<\/p>\n

I rolled down my window. \u201cNils Shapiro. I\u2019m a private.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGot you at the top of my list, Mr. Shapiro. Mrs. Rabinowitz and the detectives are expecting you.\u201d<\/p>\n

No argument. No attitude. Just welcome aboard. Once in a lifetime it goes like that. She moved the yellow tape, and I drove the half mile to the Rabinowitz house. It was low, long, modern, and sided with white stucco. Big windows revealed an interior of wooden antiques and overstuffed white couches and artsy chandeliers, the kind with a lot of glass balls filled with vintage-style filament bulbs. It looked homey and happy, but if that were true, I wouldn\u2019t be there. A flashlight with an orange cone told me where to park. I did, and walked around back to the lake side of the house. That\u2019s where I met Detective Norton, who led me down to the dock and showed me the body.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Detective Norton and I left Todd Rabinowitz underwater. I followed him up from the lake and toward the house on a path of crushed limestone. The white-blue LED floods revealed a lawn of deep green. Hydrangeas and lilies grew in planting beds topped with mulched cedar. It smelled fresh and good. The frogs and crickets couldn\u2019t stop singing about it.<\/p>\n

Norton led me to a screened-in porch attached to the back of the house. Inside, a man and woman sat on big furniture made of more white cushions. A dozen single-filament bulbs hung from individual cords and illuminated the porch in a soft yellowish-gold. The people inside looked hazy through the screens, like in an old photograph.<\/p>\n

Detective Norton opened the porch door and said, \u201cMrs. Rabinowitz, Nils Shapiro is here.\u201d<\/p>\n

A woman\u2019s voice said, \u201cPlease send him in.\u201d A man stood. Another Greater Lake Minnetonka PD detective.<\/p>\n

Detective Dale Irving said, \u201cThank you for driving out, Mr. Shapiro.\u201d Midthirties, dressed like his partner, and had orange hair. Why do they call it red hair? It\u2019s orange. Get the big box of Crayola crayons and find the one that matches. It\u2019ll have the word \u201corange\u201d on it. Not red. Red is for punk rockers and baristas and kids who are pissed at their parents. \u201cPlease let us know what we can do to help. Anything at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Weird. The cops acted like they were working for me.<\/p>\n

I turned my attention toward the woman, who had remained seated. Norton the Forehead said, \u201cNils, this is Robin Rabinowitz.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robin Rabinowitz looked up at me and said, \u201cHello, Nils. Thanks for coming out here so quickly.\u201d Her brown eyes met mine then looked away. She said nothing more, as if it had taken <\/span>great effort just to greet me. She swallowed, and I wondered if she was in shock.<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cIt wasn\u2019t any trouble. I understand you\u2019re a friend of Molly Ellegaard.\u201d<\/p>\n

She brought a hand to her cheek and felt it, as if she\u2019d just been to the dentist and her face was still numb. \u201cYes,\u201d she said. \u201cI know Molly. I called her to ask for you.\u201d Robin turned toward me again then stood. Thin and tan with short hair and long, lithe fingers.<\/p>\n

Ellegaard would have brought a contract and insisted on receiving a retainer before getting further involved. I didn\u2019t have his business skills. I said, \u201cHow and when did you find him?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at me again. High cheekbones seemed to push up the bottoms of her eyes, elongating them into something Asian. But she wasn\u2019t Asian. Just a dark-haired Jewish woman who\u2019d received a perfect complement of Semitic genes. If anything, she looked like a model who was supposed to pass for Native American while wearing something made of calfskin and fringe by Ralph Lauren.<\/p>\n

\u201cTodd was home last night,\u201d said Robin. \u201cWe ate dinner, then he worked in his study for a couple hours. I went into the bedroom to read. I fell asleep early, but I woke when he came in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you know what time that was?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA little after ten thirty. Then I woke up again around two, and Todd was gone. I didn\u2019t think anything of it. But I heard a motorboat on the lake, which is unusual after midnight. Then I heard a bang, like a gunshot. I told myself the motor just backfired, but something felt wrong. So I left the bedroom to look for Todd. He wasn\u2019t anywhere in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robin walked over to the screen, and looked out on the lake. <\/span>She wore old jeans and a white gauze top. \u201cSometimes when Todd can\u2019t sleep, he takes out his rowing shell\u2026\u201d She paused. \u201c\u2026 took<\/i> out his rowing shell.\u201d She walked back toward me. Her neck looked longer than her head. She didn\u2019t wear a necklace. A necklace would have wrecked everything. She said, \u201cTodd liked to row when the water was glass. So I walked down to the dock to see if his shell was there.\u201d Robin spoke evenly and in a matter-of-fact tone. \u201cThat\u2019s when I found him.\u201d She shook her head as if discovering her husband dead was more of an inconvenience than a tragedy.<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cWhat were you wearing when you tried to get your husband out of the water?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d said Robin.<\/p>\n

\u201cDetective Norton said you told him you tried to drag your husband out of the water but were stopped by the stringer. What were you wearing when that happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d said Robin. \u201cJust a T-shirt. That\u2019s what I sleep in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s in the laundry room sink. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIrving, have CSU check it for blood and pay attention to whether it\u2019s a smear or a splatter or nothing. If there\u2019s no blood, I want to know if just the bottom of the shirt is wet or if it\u2019s all wet. You know, like she washed it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Irving nodded.<\/p>\n

Robin said, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you untie the stringer from the dock, then pull your husband up on shore? Oh, and, Mrs. Rabinowitz, I\u2019m going to need a five-thousand-dollar retainer if you want me to work for you.\u201d I guess Ellegaard had rubbed off on me more than I realized.<\/p>\n

<\/span>Robin Rabinowitz sat down and said, \u201cDid you just imply that I killed my husband then ask me for five thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t imply anything. I\u2019m trying to clear you as a suspect. Not that you couldn\u2019t have hired someone to kill your husband, but I assume you asked Molly Ellegaard to send me here because you want this solved sooner than later.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robin squeezed her knees together with her hands then took a deep breath. I\u2019d made her uncomfortable so I continued. \u201cYou could want the case closed because you have a keen sense of justice or you loved your husband or you want suicide ruled out ASAP so you can collect the life insurance. Or it could be because you know you\u2019ll be a suspect.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at me without expression. Detective Irving fidgeted with his watch. Voices carried from the dock to the house the way voices do around lakes before daybreak. CSU officers pulled Todd Rabinowitz out of the water, barking instructions to be careful with each other\u2019s end as if they were moving a couch.<\/p>\n

Robin said, \u201cHuh. Molly said you were nice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am nice. But I\u2019m a private detective, not your lawyer. If I were your lawyer I would have told you the police will look hard at you and not to lie about anything because you\u2019ve left a trail whether you realize it or not. Lawyers give good advice like that, so if you have one, you may want to give him or her a call. You know, after you settle down and aren\u2019t crying so hard about your dead husband.\u201d<\/p>\n

Officer Irving scratched the back of his orange-haired head and looked at Robin Rabinowitz with expectation. He\u2019d become my toady and had that yeah what he said<\/i> look. I was a bit hard on the new widow\u2014the bizarre crime scene stirred up something <\/span>in me. The only reason to tie a dead man to his dock by a fishing stringer through his jaw is you have something to say. I guess I was trying to ferret out if Robin had something to say.<\/p>\n

She stood, stared something cold at me, and walked into the house.<\/p>\n<\/section>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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