Tag: so sure of death

Liam, mentoring.

Liam squinted at her through his one good eye.  “You didn’t say Donohoe had somebody with him.” “He didn’t.” Liam sighed and shifted carefully in a tentative attempt to sit upright.  His head didn’t fall off so he was more patient than he might have been.  “Look, Prince, you’ve obviously discovered some new evidence that…

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The raven, quothing.

The window was open and that damn raven was sitting on the branch of a mountain ash right outside the window, looking as if he had been carved from a single piece of the darkest obsidian.  Liam didn’t really know anything about obsidian except that it was a rock of some kind that was black…

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Policing, Alaska style, con’t.

The Bay Rover speeded up.  Forgetting where he was, Liam yelled, “Faster!” “We’re almost up on the step as it is,” Prince yelled back.  “We go any faster we’ll take off, and there’s no room!” Larsgaard looked over his shoulder, saw the Cessna bearing down on his port stern and pointed the bow of the…

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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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