William Kent Krueger Collection #5: Tamarack County, Windigo Island, and Manitou Canyon (Cork O'Connor Mystery Series) by William Kent Krueger

Author:William Kent Krueger [Krueger, William Kent]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Atria Books
Published: 2017-08-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

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Jenny tried her father’s cell phone and got no response. She left a voice message telling him they’d met with Raven Duvall and were heading back to the hotel.

Cork and Daniel were there already, waiting in the lobby. It was approaching checkout time, and as Jenny and the others walked in, several people were leaving, luggage in tow. Jenny’s father gathered the group at a table in the breakfast area, which was deserted now.

“Got your message,” he said to Jenny. “So, you talked with Raven? What did you get?”

“She thinks Mariah is alive.”

“Thinks?” Daniel said. “She doesn’t know?”

“That’s what she said. She was also clearly scared.”

“For herself or for Mariah?” Cork asked.

“Both, it sounded like. And for us.”

“Because of Windigo?”

“Yeah.”

“What else did she say?” Cork sounded as if he was certain there had to be more.

“She said it wasn’t Windigo who attacked us last night.”

“Who was it?”

“She didn’t tell us that.”

He looked disappointed—or that’s how Jenny interpreted what she saw in his face—and she couldn’t help feeling that she’d let him down. Again. Against his wishes, she’d insisted on being involved in this investigation, but so far, she’d contributed little. Knowing that her father would never have allowed it, she and Louise had gone out alone at night and had been attacked and could have been killed. Despite his objections, she’d gone without him to the meeting with Raven Duvall and had returned almost empty-handed. She wanted to do so much, felt such an ­obligation—not just to her father but to the girl they sought—and yet she continued to screw up. She was a total disappointment. That’s how she felt, anyway, and she feared that this was exactly what she saw reflected in her father’s eyes.

Meloux said, “The girl was like a bird, Corcoran O’Connor. She sang her song, a song of warning, and was gone.”

Louise asked, “Did you guys find out anything?”

Cork’s disappointment, if that was truly what Jenny had seen in his eyes, vanished. “I have only one thing to say. God bless the Coast Guard.”

“You got something?”

“We got something,” Daniel said.

Between them, they explained their visit. The officer who’d spoken to them was pleasant and helpful. He told them the Coast Guard didn’t keep any record of all the boats that used the harbor, nor did he know of any agency or organization that did. Between the freighters, commercial boats, and pleasure boats that sailed in and out every day, there was just no way. But as for a boat christened Montcalm, there was a possibility. He explained that the owner of every vessel of at least five tons empty weight that plied the Great Lakes had to file papers of documentation with the Coast Guard. The information included the name of the vessel, home port, and ownership. Cork and Daniel had asked how they could get that information, and the Coast Guard officer had, quite agreeably, gone onto his computer, to a public website the USCG maintained that carried exactly what they needed. He’d found listings for three boats that included the word Montcalm in their names.

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