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His nose was high-bridged and arrogant, his mouth ready for an easy, sexy grin and his jaw square and obstinate, but despite these uncanny similarities he was not Liam Campbell.

“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…

Read more His nose was high-bridged and arrogant, his mouth ready for an easy, sexy grin and his jaw square and obstinate, but despite these uncanny similarities he was not Liam Campbell.

“You just have to understand, being found not guilty in Newenham of any fishing-related crime is not exactly the same thing as being innocent.”

“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…

Read more “You just have to understand, being found not guilty in Newenham of any fishing-related crime is not exactly the same thing as being innocent.”

“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,”…

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

…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.