So sure of death by Dana Stabenow

Author:Dana Stabenow
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Mystery & Detective - General, Detective, Police Procedural, Detective and mystery stories, Police, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Fiction - Mystery, General, Fathers and sons, Liam (Fictitious character), Alaska, Campbell, Man-woman relationships, Mystery fiction, Mystery & Detective - Police Procedural, Mystery & Detective - Series, Traditional British, Fiction
ISBN: 9780451199447
Publisher: New York : Dutton, c1999.
Published: 2000-09-11T04:00:00+00:00

Back at the post, Liam assembled two piles of evidence. One pile consisted of Nelson's notebook, the pencil drawings he'd made of the scene of Nelson's death, the notes he'd made after talking to Frank Petla, Wy, Prince and McLynn. The other pile consisted of the notes he'd taken at Kulukak, the picture of the Malone family sailing in Hawaii, the notes of the conversations with the Kulukak elders, Bill, Tanya and Ballard, the tender summary, the two rolls of film he'd taken of theMarybethia.The film would have to go into Anchorage by pouch tomorrow morning for development into trial exhibits. He wouldn't need to see the photographs. The scene was etched on the gray matter of his mind for life.

It was after eight o'clock in the evening. The day was three hours away from sunset. He thought about going over to Wy's. He had this need to see her, to breathe her air, to feel her flesh beneath his hands. It was growing stronger with every day, and half the time when he started going somewhere in the Blazer he'd find himself on the road to her house.

He picked up the local paper and turned to the classifieds. There was an actual house for sale, south of town on the road to Chinook, two bedrooms, one bathroom, a five-acre lot. Neither price nor location was listed. He dialed the number.

The phone rang once. The voice that answered was male and brusque. “Yeah?

“Hi, my name's Liam Campbell. I was calling about the ad in the paper. The house for sale?

“What's your driver's license number?

Liam blinked. “I beg your pardon?

“What, you don't understand English? I asked you what your driver's license number was. And I don't got all day.

Liam found himself fishing out his wallet. He read the number off, and waited.

“Huh. You born here?

“Germany.

“Huh. Army brat, I suppose.

“Air Force, actually, Liam said, struggling not to sound apologetic. “We moved to Anchorage that year.

“Huh. The syllable was disparaging.

Liam maintained a hopeful silence. Although it was heresy to admit in Alaska, he kind of liked Anchorage, but he wasn't going to say so if liking Anchorage was going to make the man on the other end of the line deem him an unsuitable candidate to purchase the house.

“Well, you can come over and look at it, but I ain't making no promises. Somebody comes along with a lower number, I give them first consideration.

“Right, Liam said. “Makes perfect sense. I understand completely. He paused. “Okay. No, I don't. Mind telling me why?

“I guess you really don't understand English, do you? The lower your driver's license number, the longer you been in the state. The longer you been in the state, the more likely you are to stay. If you look like a stayer, you get the house. If you don't, forget it. When you coming over?

“How about tomorrow morning? Liam said meekly.

“Can't, I'll be out fishing. Next Monday. Nine a.m. And don't be late.

“Wait! I need directions!

There was a grunt, and then directions, grudgingly given.

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