Two cops, freshly arrived at the scene, had yet to cordon off the area or control anything. Blood running from Kyle’s cracked cranium mingled with the rainwater on the pavement and the sight of it oozing toward a storm drain made my stomach flip flop. I got on my cell as frantically as my worst d...
Kay Erwin, epidemiologist at Seattle Public Health Hospital, had declared it shellfish poisoning and the cops had quickly lost interest. Peyton McKean, however, was of a different mindset. Bundled in his green canvas field coat, olive canvas safari-style fedora, and plaid cashmere scarf against t...
Sheriff Joe Tanner spat tobacco juice into a sagebrush thicket and nodded the brim of his smokey bear hat toward a flat patch of barren ground. We’d followed a game trail through the frying-pan heat of the Columbia National Wildlife Refuge until the sagebrush opened onto a rocky flat surrounded b...
“Remember the old shaman, Henry George?” he asked, giving pause to my indignant keyboard jamming. “Of course I remember him,” I replied with disdain. “He was my prime suspect in the death of that geoduck digger.” “Franky Squalco just called and told...