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“Gosh,” she said in thrilled accents, “we’ve never had a depositer murdered before!”

  Liam rifled through the various statements he’d taken at the airport the day before.  Nobody saw nobody doing nothing, he reflected sadly.  At a conservative estimate, culled from Gruber’s statement, at the time of Bill DeCreft’s death there had been at least ten small planes in the act of landing or taking off, one…

Read more “Gosh,” she said in thrilled accents, “we’ve never had a depositer murdered before!”

“Pretty soon there’ll be nothing left of this goddamn planet but a garbage dump and a grave.”

The Old Fart was a foot shorter than the trooper, which he rectified by hoisting himself up on a stool. He turned to Liam and stuck out a hand. “Moses Alakuyak, shaman.” His beer and Liam’s single malt arrived. Moses held out his bottle of beer and Liam clinked his glass against it. “To women,”…

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…a model of Rubens clad in clean, faded jeans and a gray T-shirt cinched in with a wide leather belt.

It hadn’t taken them long, once they got him inside; the man who had been separated from the rifle was seated in a chair and immobilized with enough bright yellow polypropylene line to restrain King Kong. He was maybe thirty years old, five-eight, thickset, with matted brown hair and terrified brown eyes that stared at…

Read more …a model of Rubens clad in clean, faded jeans and a gray T-shirt cinched in with a wide leather belt.

Oh yeah, Charles is back, too.

Liam followed Charles and Mason in the Blazer, out the gravel road to the airport, ten miles from Newenham, complete with hangar and tiedowns and Gift Shoppe.  Wy was waiting for them, 68 Kilo fueled and ready.  They climbed in and took off. It was a much shorter ride this time, and a much louder…

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The bartender.

She gave the bar a last swipe and stood back, admiring it’s gleam.  The tables in the booth and on the floor were spotless, the ketchup and mustard and A-1 bottles full, the salt and pepper shakers topped off.  She had enough clean cutlery and dishes to feed an army. It had been a rocky…

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The shaman.

“I didn’t know you were there, sifu.” “Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know.”  His voice was a little slurred, which meant he’d been drinking.  Although she wasn’t sure he was ever entirely sober, and he had to drink a lot before it affected him in speech or gait.  He claimed to…

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Housing in rural Alaska.

Normally housing was tight in rural Alaska, given the high costs of transporting building materials and the fact that less than one percent of the land in Alaska was privately owned.  The times weren’t normal.  Two lousy salmon seasons and a severely curtailed snow crab season the previous winter, and every other house had a…

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