Thunder Bay: A Novel (Cork O'Connor Mystery Series)

Thunder Bay: A Novel (Cork O'Connor Mystery Series)

William Kent Krueger

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 1439157820

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub



From acclaimed author William Kent Krueger comes the seventh profound, action-packed suspense novel in his award-winning Cork O'Conner mystery series.

The promise, as I remember it, happened this way.

Happy and content in his hometown of Aurora, Minnesota, Cork O'Connor has left his badge behind and is ready for a life of relative peace, setting up shop as a private investigator. But his newfound state of calm is soon interrupted when Henry Meloux, the Ojibwe medicine man and Cork's spiritual adviser, makes a request: Will Cork find the son that Henry fathered long ago?

With little to go on, Cork uses his investigative skills to locate Henry Wellington, a wealthy and reclusive industrialist living in Thunder Bay, Ontario. When a murder attempt is made on old Meloux's life, all clues point north across the border. But why would Wellington want his father dead? This question takes Cork on a journey through time as he unravels the story of Meloux's 1920s adventure in the ore-rich wilderness of Canada, where his love for a beautiful woman, far outside his culture, led him into a trap of treachery, greed, and murder.

The past and present collide along the rocky shores of Thunder Bay, where a father's unconditional love is tested by a son's deeply felt resentment, and where jealousy and revenge remain the code among men. As Cork hastens to uncover the truth and save his friend, he soon discovers that his own life is in danger and is reminded that the promises we keep - even for the best of friends - can sometimes place us in the hands of our worst enemies.

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called Jo and told her I was going out to the rez to check on Meloux. “Cork, Jenny’s here. She wants to talk.” “Can it wait until after I see Meloux?” “Will you be long?” “I don’t think so.” “We’ll wait up,” Jo said. EIGHTEEN It wasn’t hard dark yet as I headed up the eastern shoreline of Iron Lake toward the reservation. In the west, the sky still held a whisper of pale blue daylight. Far across the water, the lights of isolated cabins and resorts had emerged, like the eyes of night

the headlights, his eyes were like fire. “These things I will tell you, but secrets come at a price.” “What price, Henry?” “You will take me to Manitou Island. You will take me to my son.” “I can’t promise.” “Then, Corcoran O’Connor, we cannot talk.” “Wait here.” I slid into the VW, which was still running, and parked it on the gravel shoulder. “Let’s go back to Ernie’s,” I said, walking to the Bronco. “I’ll think about your offer.” I drove slowly, watching carefully for deer and rolling

stirrup. “How about you do the boosting for me?” he suggested. Meloux said, “You could both lift me. A sparrow weighs more.” “You sure you’d be okay climbing this tree, Henry?” He looked at me as if I was a hopeless idiot. “I am old, not feeble. You treat me like thin ice that will break. I will not break, Corcoran O’Connor.” “All right, Henry.” I took the sheathed knife from the knapsack and handed it to him. “We need a branch strong enough to break a window. And it can’t look as if it’s

Ignace and turned north. We stopped at a gas station with a small restaurant. Benning pulled up to a pump and signaled us to do the same. “Last chance for gas for quite a while,” he said. Meloux used the men’s room while I filled the tank. Schanno went inside to get us some bottled water. He came back with three microwaved burritos as well. Within ten minutes, we were off again, following a hundred yards behind the Explorer. The burritos were hard beans and tasteless sauce wrapped in tortillas

his ninety-year-old body up the ridge, and I knew that at that moment there was more to his strength than could be accounted for by those long walks from Crow Point to Allouette. It was possible, I supposed, that he might kill himself in this effort, but I understood there was no way any of us could stop him. We climbed out of the shadow of the ridge and into the sunlight of early evening. It was seven thirty P.M. So far north, the sun would still be around for quite a while. Meloux led us down

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