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Policing, Alaska style.

They landed in Kulukak and taxied the float plane to the dock.  The place was still shrouded in what seemed to be its perpetual cloak of mist.  No one was there to greet them, but then Liam hadn’t called to say they were coming.  He had confirmed with Charlene that there was no fishing period…

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Enter Jo.

Joan Dunaway was a reporter for the News, and had been one since she and Wy had returned from Europe the year they graduated from the University of Alaska, Fairbanks, Wy with a degree in education and Jo with a degree in journalism.  She’d built up a reputation over the years for ferreting out bad…

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In which Wy loses her temper.

“You suicidal son of a bitch!” Wy said, eyes blazing.  “That is the last time you go up in a plane with me, I don’t care how much the frigging state is paying!  You could have been hurt!  You could have been killed!”  She wound up and hit him again, this time her clenched fist…

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Enter Charles.

“Liam!” Wy said involuntarily, and started forward. “Sir?” Trooper Prince said.  “How did you get here?” The man turned his head toward them, bringing it full into the light from one of the windows.  Wy halted.  So did Prince. He was tall, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with thick dark hair going a distinguished gray at the…

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Family politics, Newenham style.

    “Why are you telling me all this, Ms. Choknok?  I had heard–“  He hesitated. She stood up and brushed off the seat of her pants.  “You had heard that Kelly McCormick was my blue ticket out of Newenham.” “Well, yes.” She offered him a chilly smile.  “He was.  My parents are so scared…

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Justice in Newenham.

“Where was the trial?” Her smile was approving.  “Right here in Newenham.” “Acquittal,” he said. “You got it.  Just like last six cases where anyone could be bothered to bring charges.  Probably one out of every two jurors from a panel generated from this judicial district is thinking to himself, There but for the grace…

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It’s complicated.

“They busted me down to trooper,” he said.  “Just before they transferred me here.” She said slowly, “That’s what you meant yesterday, when Corcoran called you sergeant, and you said no, just trooper.” “Yes.” “What happened, Liam?” He shook his head.  “Doesn’t matter.  Buck stopped on my desk.  Barton was right to do it.”  He…

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