liam campbell – Page 2 – Dana Stabenow

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…

Not just intelligent, Liam thought, positively Machiavellian.

“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 I’m going…

“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…

He felt like someone had switched him from 45 to 33 1/3.

Liam went back to watching the sky. Either everyone had slowed down or in the short space granted to him he had adjusted to the pace of the job. He felt like someone had switched him from 45 to 33 1/3. Everything took on a dreamy, slow motion quality. There was plenty of time to…

“Just when you thought it was safe to come back to life.”

“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…

“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…

“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,”…

…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…

The resulting scuffle looked like something out of a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

…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…

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…

Dana Stabenow

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