B.C. Blues Crime 4-Book Bundle. R.M. Greenaway

We never should have got together, me and her. Nothing in common. But no, I didn’t kill her, and Frank didn’t kill her. You’ll have to look elsewhere.”

      Leith set his mouth, depressed at the odds against finding her. The land here was too broad, too hostile, too easy to vanish within, dead or alive. “Tell me again how you met Charlie.”

      “Wesley Logging had equipment to sell,” Law said wearily. “I went up to take a look. Met Wesley’s niece, Charlie, we partied, thought we’d party for the rest of our life together, and came back to Kispiox. Didn’t turn out quite that way. Didn’t even last a year.”

      Leith knew the name well. “Wesley Logging, run by Norm Wesley?”

      “That’s the dude. Ended up spread eagle in the mud flats last September, as I hear it, full of buckshot.” Law didn’t look hugely affected by the loss, just a little disappointed. “Never got any equipment off him in the end. It was standing shit and rust, that’s what.”

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