Thunder Bay
A Cork O'Connor Mystery
oneThe promise, as I remember it, happened this way.
A warm August morning, early. Wally Schanno's already waiting at the landing. His truck's parked in the lot, his boat's in the water. He's drinking coffee from a red thermos big as a fireplug.
Iron Lake is glass. East, it mirrors the peach-colored dawn. West, it still reflects the hard bruise of night. Tall pines, dark in the early morning light, make a black ragged frame around the water.
The dock's old, weathered, the wood gone fuzzy, flaking gray. The boards sag under my weight, groan a little.
"Coffee?" Schanno offers.
I shake my head, toss my gear into his boat. "Let's fish."
We're far north of Aurora, Minnesota. Among the trees on the shoreline, an occasional light glimmers from one of the cabins hidden th ... read full excerpt from Thunder Bay: A Cork O'Connor Mystery ebook