“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…
Read more “Just when you thought it was safe to come back to life.”
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!”
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,”…
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…
…he went in the door of the bar, from which he promptly came staggering out backward, falling down the stairs and and landing with a thump on the pavement, fanny-first. “What the hell?” He looked up just in time to see a tangle of bodies roll down the steps and right over the top of…
Read more The resulting scuffle looked like something out of a Tom and Jerry cartoon.
Alaskan Autumn The hoses are drained and coiled away Deck chairs stored, the red one faded to pink Window screens off but the one I forgot Garden tools washed and oiled in the sink This year’s catch steaked, filleted and vacuum packed Last year’s salmon in brine for pickling Rhubarb, strawberries in the freezer stacked…
Death of an Eye, the first Eye of Isis novel, publishes in paperback on September 5. Click here to pre-order your copy now. On a trip to Turkey I saw these Eyes everywhere, from embedded in pavement to over doors to painted on a breakwater in a harbor. They are meant to avert the Evil…
Death of an Eye, the first Eye of Isis novel, publishes in paperback on September 5. Click here to pre-order your copy now. excerpt from Death of an Eye Tetisheri regarded Uncle Neb with affection. His hair was black and his skin was dark in part from their common Theban ancestors and in part from…
Death of an Eye, the first Eye of Isis novel, publishes in paperback on September 5. Click here to pre-order your copy now. Pub day is December 6th! Amazon.US Apple Nook Kobo And on December 13th in the UK/Commonwealth. Amazon.UK I’ll be signing the hardcover at the Poisoned Pen on December 8th at 2pm. Click…
Death of an Eye, the first Eye of Isis novel, publishes in paperback on September 5. Click here to pre-order your copy now. I’ll make you love the scribe’s job more than you love your own mother. I’ll make its beauties obvious to you, for it is the greatest of all professions, and there is…