Manitou Canyon by Krueger William Kent

Author:Krueger, William Kent [Krueger, William Kent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, thriller, Suspense, Crime, Adult, Adventure
ISBN: 9781476749266
Amazon: 1476749264
Goodreads: 27276418
Publisher: Atria Books
Published: 2016-09-06T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

Pakkala’s Northwoods Outfitters occupied a two-story building in the center of Aurora. Both levels were filled with everything that someone intending to enjoy the great northern wilderness could possibly need—canoes and kayaks, tents, backpacks, clothing, shoes, dehydrated food, cooking utensils, stoves, fishing gear, mosquito netting, insect repellent. They sold books and games and other diversions for rainy days in the great Northwoods. They also offered guide service into the Boundary Waters.

When Daniel and Rainy entered the outfitters, Walt Pakkala, the family patriarch, came to greet them himself and offer his sympathy.

“Christ,” he said, shaking his head. He was a big man with a ruddy face and a full beard, and he spoke with the accent of an old Finn in the North Country. “Cork’s de last man I’d expect to go missin’ out der. We been hearin’ stuff. Not good. So what’s really happenin’?”

“We don’t know, Walt,” Daniel said. “That’s why we’re here. We’d like to talk to Dwight, if he’s around.”

“Sure. In back doin’ some inventory. I’ll get him.”

Pakkala vanished and returned with Dwight Kohler in tow. He was a tall kid, twenty years old, willowy, strong, with coal-black hair and the black shadow of a beard several days old. His eyes were piercing blue and innocent. He wore a green hoodie sweatshirt with BOUNDARY WATERS printed in white across the front. When not working for Walt Pakkala, he attended Aurora Community College, where he took mostly photography classes. Rainy thought his work was pretty good, and a lot of his framed photos were on sale at the outfitters.

“Hey, Rainy. Hey, Daniel,” he said by way of greeting. “What’s up?”

“Morning, Dwight. You’ve heard about Cork, right? And Lindsay Harris?”

“It’s all anybody’s talking about this morning. Jesus, I’m sorry. It’s so weird, you know. Just like John Harris.”

“That’s what we want to talk to you about. Walt, can we go somewhere with Dwight to talk?”

“Sure. Have some coffee on me, and grab a table. I got work to do, but you folks take your time. Give ’em whatever dey need, Dwight.”

Pakkala’s had a little coffee shop in one corner of the store that served up the best kolaches Rainy had ever tasted. They sat and drank coffee, and Daniel said, “We’re rethinking the disappearance of John Harris.”

“Duh,” Dwight said. “I’m kicking myself now. Jesus, I’m thinking, what did I miss out there?”

“That’s what we’d like to figure out, if we can. We believe somebody kidnapped Harris, and now those same people have taken Cork and Harris’s granddaughter. They knew the family would be out there, and they knew Cork was going back with Lindsay.”

“Like for ransom or something?”

“There’s been no note, so we’re thinking something else is going on.”

“Like what?”

“We’re working on that. Let me show you something.” From his pocket, Daniel pulled the photograph of Trevor Harris with his prize walleye. He laid it on the table. “Tell me about this.”

“Not much to tell. Trevor and his granddad took off to fish. Trevor came back with that walleye and his granddad never did come back.

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