With precise and atmospheric prose, award-winning author William Kent Krueger "prolongs suspense to the very end" (Publishers Weekly) of this impossible-to-put-down thriller when he unleashes spine-tingling mayhem on a tiny logging town and sends hardscrabble former sheriff Cork O'Connor to investigate....
Not far from Aurora, Minnesota (population 3,752), lies an ancient expanse of great white pines, sacred to the Anishinaabe tribe. When an explosion kills the night watchman at wealthy industrialist Karl Lindstrom's nearby lumber mill, it's obvious where suspicion will fall. Former sheriff Cork O'Connor agrees to help investigate, but he has mixed feelings about the case. For one thing, he is part Anishinaabe. For another, his wife, a lawyer, represents the tribe.
Meanwhile, near Lindstrom's lakeside home, a reclusive shipwreck survivor and his sidekick are harboring their own resentment of the industrialist. And it soon becomes clear to Cork that harmony, both at home and in Aurora, will be on the back burner for some time....
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Corcoran O'Connor was pulled instantly from his sleep by the sound of a sniffle near his head. He opened his eyes and the face of his six-year-old son filled his vision.
"I'm thcared," Stevie said.
Cork propped himself on one arm. "Of what, buddy?"
"I heard thomething."
"Where? In your room?"
"Let's go see."
Jo rolled over. "What is it?"
"Stevie heard something," Cork told his wife. "I'll take care of it. Go back to sleep."
"What time is it?"
Cork glanced at the radio alarm on the stand beside the bed. "Five o'clock."
"I can take him,"... see more