Northwest Angle by William Kent Krueger (English) Paperback Book

Description: Northwest Angle by William Kent Krueger Discovering a murdered teen while stranded by a gale on the remote Lake of the Woods, detective Cork OConnor and his daughter, Jenny, also discover a mysterious baby boy whose life is threatened by powerful adversaries FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description With his family caught in the crosshairs of a group of brutal killers, detective Cork OConnor must solve the murder of a young girl in the latest installment of William Kent Kruegers unforgettable New York Times bestselling series. During a houseboat vacation on the remote Lake of the Woods, a violent gale sweeps through unexpectedly, stranding Cork and his daughter, Jenny, on a devastated island where the wind has ushered in a force far darker and more deadly than any storm. Amid the wreckage, Cork and Jenny discover the body of a teenage girl. She wasnt killed by the storm, however; shed been bound and tortured before she died. Nearby, underneath a tangle of branches, they also find a baby boy, hungry and dehydrated, but still very much alive. Powerful forces intent on securing the child pursue them to the isolated Northwest Angle, where its impossible to tell who among the residents is in league with the devil, but Cork understands that to save his family he must solve the puzzle of this mysterious child whom death follows like a shadow. "Part adventure, part mystery, and all knockout thriller" (Booklist), Northwest Angle is a dynamic addition to William Kent Kruegers critically acclaimed, award-winning series. Author Biography William Kent Krueger is the New York Times bestselling author of This Tender Land, Ordinary Grace (winner of the Edgar Award for best novel), as well as eighteen acclaimed books in the Cork OConnor mystery series, including Desolation Mountain and Sulfur Springs. He lives in the Twin Cities with his family. Learn more at WilliamKentKrueger.com. Review "This book is difficult to put down." --Sacramento Book Review/San Francisco Book Review Review Quote "William Kent Krueger never writes the same book twice, and this one is no exception. He combines elements of mystery and thriller to make a book that is non-stop entertainment. But Krueger never forgets the human aspect, which is always the driving force of his carefully crafted novels.... This outstanding book, the eleventh in the OConnor series, should not be missed." - Deadly Pleasures Excerpt from Book ONE L ater, when it no longer mattered, they learned that the horror that had come from the sky had a name: derecho. At the time, all they knew was that the day had begun with deceptive calm. Rose was up early, though not as early as the men, whod risen at first light and had taken the dinghy across the broad channel to fish. She made coffee and sat on the deck of the houseboat and said her daily prayers while a bright lemon sun rose above the lake and islands. She began with a prayer of thanksgiving for all she had--especially her husband and her family--then, as always, prayed mostly for the people who, in life, despaired. She prayed for those whom she knew personally and for the greater multitude she didnt. At last, she said her amen and gave herself over to the pure pleasure of the still morning. Anne was up next and then Jenny, and the three women sat in deck chairs on the forward platform, sipping coffee, talking quietly, watching the sun crawl the sky, waiting for the men. When she heard the dinghys old outboard cutting through the morning calm, Rose got up and said, "Ill start the potatoes." Anne stood up, too. "Let me give a hand, Aunt Rose." "No," she said. "You and Jenny sit. Talk. Its what sisters should do. You almost never see each other these days." She went to the galley to prepare breakfast. She planned to roast potatoes with onions and red peppers and tomatoes. She thought she would scramble eggs with chives and cream cheese. She would slice melons and strawberries and toss them in a bowl with plenty of fat blueberries. And there would be, she was almost certain, fresh fish to fry. She heard the men as they pulled alongside and tied up to the houseboat and clambered aboard. She heard Cork say, "Beer and pretzels," and she hoped he wasnt talking about breakfast. Mal stepped into the galley, smiling hugely, and held up a stringer full of fat yellow perch. "The hunter home from the hill," he said. "You shot them?" Rose replied. "Not very sporting." Mal kissed her cheek and started toward the sink. "Uh-uh," she said. "Those get cleaned on deck." She took him gently and turned him toward the door. "When you have them filleted, bring them in and Ill fry them up." Stephen came in and went straight to the canister Rose had filled with chocolate chip cookies the day before. He took a handful and said, "Okay, Aunt Rose?" "Dont spoil your breakfast." "Are you kidding? I could eat a moose. Can I have some milk, too?" He left with the cookies and a plastic tumbler filled to the brim. Moments later, Rose heard him talking with his sisters on deck and laughing. The rented houseboat had a table large enough for all of them to gather around, and they ate amid the clatter of flatware against plates and the lively symphony of good conversation. Anne and Jenny offered to clean up, and they gave Stephen a hard time until he agreed to help. Mal showered, then Cork, and afterward both men settled down to a game of cribbage. The kids finished the dishes, put on their swimsuits, and dove into the lake. Rose set a deck chair in the shade under the forward awning of the houseboat. She sat down to read, but her mind quickly began to wander. Nearly two years had passed since Jo had been lost in the Wyoming Rockies. Nearly two years dead. And Rose stilled missed her sister. Her deep grieving had ended, but there was a profound sense of something lacking in her life. She had taken to calling this the Great Empty. The kids--"kids" she thought them, though Jenny was twenty-four, Anne twenty-one, and Stephen almost fifteen--splashed and laughed in the water, yet she knew that they felt the Great Empty, too. Cork never talked about his own feelings, and Rose understood that the avoidance itself was probably a sign he was afflicted as well. She wished she knew how to help them all heal fully. In the days when hed been a priest, Mal had often dealt with death and its aftermath, and he advised her that healing came in its own time and the best you could hope for was to help ease the pain along the way. "And does everyone heal in the end?" shed asked her husband. "Not everyone," hed said. "At least, not in my experience." She watched the kids in the water and Cork at the table slapping down his cards, and she breathed in the pine-scented air above that distant, isolated lake, and she prayed, "Let us heal, Lord. Let us all be whole again." In the early afternoon, Cork said, "Its time, Jenny." She looked up from the table where shed been writing, put the pencil in the crease between the pages, closed her notebook, and stood. "How long will it take?" she asked. "Less than an hour, if we go directly. But today were going to make a little side trip." "Where?" "Youll see." Her father liked mysteries, large and small. She understood it was part of what drew him through life, the need to find answers. In a way, it was also what drove her, but they went about it differently. Hed been a cop most of his life and now he was a PI. She, on the other hand, was a writer. Stephen came from the galley, one hand filled with potato chips. "Can I go?" "Not this time," his father said. "Jenny and I have things to discuss." Things to discuss, she thought. Oh, God. "Ah, come on," Stephen said. Cork shook his head. "Oz has spoken. But if you want to help, go fill the motor on the dinghy with gas." "I didnt say I wanted to help. I said I wanted to go." "And now youre going to help," Cork said. He turned to Jenny. "Wear your swimsuit and bring your camera." "Why?" "Youll see." Mysteries, she thought with a silent sigh. But maybe, if they were interesting enough, they would keep her father away from the things he wanted to discuss. Early September. The air thick on the lake and the sky a weighty blue. The weather, hed been told, was unusual for that time of year so far north. Hot beyond anyones memory. Usually by the end of August fall was already solidly in the air. But not this year. The intense heat of the afternoon was bearable only because of the wind generated by the dinghy speeding over smooth water. Though they were in Canada, Cork knew he could just about throw a stone onto U.S. territory. They were on the Lake of the Woods, a body of water roughly eighty miles long and sixty miles wide, containing over fourteen thousand islands. Thats what hed been told in Kenora, anyway. The lake straddled the U.S.-Canadian border. Border? Cork shook his head, thinking how easily that international marker was crossed on this lake. There was no line on the water to delineate one nation from the other. Kitchimanidoo, the Creator, had made the land a boundless whole. It was human beings who felt the need for arbitrary divisions and drew the lines. Too often, he thought, in human blood. He held the tiller of the little Evinrude outboard, guiding the dinghy southwesterly across broad, open water toward a gathering of islands humped along the horizon. In the half hour since theyd left the houseboat, he hadnt exchanged a word with Jenny. Which, he strongly suspected, was just fine with her. The lake was beautiful and, like so many things of beauty, deceptive. The water that day was like glass. The vast size of the lake suggested depth, but Cork knew that beneath the tranquil surface lay reefs and rocks that in the blink of an eye could slit a hull or chew the blades off a prop. Hed been using GPS to follow the main channel between the islands and had been keeping a good speed. But south of Big Narrows he swung the boat west out of the channel, slowed to a crawl, and entered an archipelago composed of dozens of islands, large and small. The shorelines were rocky, the interiors covered with tall pine and sturdy spruce and leafy poplar. Cork eased the boat patiently along, studying the screen of the Garmin GPS mounted to the dash, into which hed downloaded a program for Lake of the Woods. The water was the color of weak green tea, and he told Jenny, who sat in the bow, to keep her eyes peeled for snags that the GPS couldnt possibly indicate. After fifteen minutes of careful navigation, he guided the dinghy up to the rocky edge of a small island. He eased the bow next to a boulder whose top rose from the water like the head of a bald man, and he cut the engine. "Grab the bow line and jump ashore," he told Jenny. She leaped to the boulder, rope in hand. "Can you tie us off?" She slid a few feet down the side of the boulder and leaped nimbly to shore, where she tied the boat to a section of rotting fallen timber. Cork stepped to the bow, leaped to the boulder, then to shore. "Got your camera?" he asked. Jenny patted her belt where her Canon hung in a nylon case. "Okay," Cork said. "Lets take a hike." The island was nearly bare of vegetation and was dominated by a rock formation that rose conelike at the center. Cork led the way along the rock slope, following the vague suggestion of a trail that gradually spiraled upward around the cone. All around them lay a gathering of islands so thick that no matter which way Cork looked they appeared to form a solid shoreline. Between the islands ran a confusing maze of narrow channels. "Where are we?" Jenny asked. "Someplace not many folks know about. Probably the only Details ISBN1439153965 Author William Kent Krueger Short Title NORTHWEST ANGLE Publisher Atria Books Language English ISBN-10 1439153965 ISBN-13 9781439153963 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Residence St. Paul, MN Year 2012 Publication Date 2012-04-10 Series Number 11 Pages 368 Series Cork OConnor Mystery Imprint Atria Books Audience General UK Release Date 2012-04-10 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:45351209;

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