William Kent Krueger Series Novels & Stories

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

I couldn’t care less about her or her safety. A rustle came from a bush, and then William jumped out. He was ready to fight for his pack, and he saw me completely comfortable with an enemy. William knew I was a recluse and shrugged off everyone. Here I was with someone attacking our pack, not even trying to stop them. I tried to explain that it wasn’t what it looked like, but Kroll wasn’t happy with my attempts. He spilled the beans that I murdered my father. Something snapped inside of William that night.

The sound of the knife slicing through his skin was drowned by the deafening shot that followed, the bullet that tore through his skull. "See you in hell bitch." I whispered in his ear before letting his numb body fall to the ground still tied to the chair. The room fell silent, the only sound were the echos of my heartbeat and the distant crackle of fire. I headed for the second motherfucker, Davis. "I'm sure you heard what I asked our little friend here, so now it's your turn to answer." Without thinking twice, he was open to obey my terms and talk. "He wanted to find out how the drug business is handled and how to take control of the harbour right under your nose"

The chamber vibrated with tension, the hum of generators blending with the low, rhythmic drip of water from overhead pipes. Leonard stood framed in red emergency lights, calm as a predator. His pistol gleamed in his hand. William’s aim was steady. “Drop the weapon, Leonard.” Leonard’s grin widened. “You’re still thinking like a man who has options.” A sharp metallic click echoed. Leonard fired first, the bullet whistling past William’s head and sparking against a steel support beam. William dove left, firing back in two quick bursts. Leonard vanished behind a stack of crates as more shots rang out.