Death Song
| Death Song | |
| Kevin Kerney [11] | |
| McGarrity, Michael | |
| Penguin Group (2007) | |
| Tags: | Kevin Kerney Kevin Kerneyttt |
of a deputy sheriff in Lincoln County and the brutal murder of the
deputy's wife in Santa Fe bring Police Chief Kevin Kerney and his
Mescalero Apache son, Sergeant Clayton Istee, back together in a double
homicide investigation, an investigation that is soon linked to a major
drug trafficking scheme and the cold-blooded slaughter of two women in
Albuquerque. With few clues, no known motives, and no suspects, the
investigation turns into a search for the son of the slain officer,
eighteen-year-old Brian Riley, who left Santa Fe under suspicious
circumstances before his father's death.
Due to retire at the
end of the month, Kevin Kerney isn't about to let the murder of a police
officer's wife go unsolved on his watch, especially since the dead
woman was the sister of a dear friend; and crime scene facts strongly
suggest that the killer may have also ambushed the deputy sheriff.
Kerney assumes command of the combined investigation and calls upon
Clayton to find Brian Riley, discover what triggered the murders, and
give him the ammunition he needs to bring a multiple murderer to
justice.
Death Song
is McGarrity in full stride and at his best.
| Death Song | |
| Kevin Kerney [11] | |
| McGarrity, Michael | |
| Penguin Group (2007) | |
| Tags: | Kevin Kerney Kevin Kerneyttt |
The bushwhack killing of a deputy sheriff in Lincoln County and the brutal murder of the deputy's wife in Santa Fe bring Police Chief Kevin Kerney and his Mescalero Apache son, Sergeant Clayton Istee, back together in a double homicide investigation, an investigation that is soon linked to a major drug trafficking scheme and the cold-blooded slaughter of two women in Albuquerque. With few clues, no known motives, and no suspects, the investigation turns into a search for the son of the slain officer, eighteen-year-old Brian Riley, who left Santa Fe under suspicious circumstances before his father's death.
Due to retire at the end of the month, Kevin Kerney isn't about to let the murder of a police officer's wife go unsolved on his watch, especially since the dead woman was the sister of a dear friend; and crime scene facts strongly suggest that the killer may have also ambushed the deputy sheriff. Kerney assumes command of the combined investigation and calls upon Clayton to find Brian Riley, discover what triggered the murders, and give him the ammunition he needs to bring a multiple murderer to justice.
Death Song
is McGarrity in full stride and at his best.
DEATH SONG
Also by Michael McGarrity
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Nothing but Trouble
MICHAEL McGARRITY
DEATH SONG
A KEVIN KERNEY NOVEL
DUTTON
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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA
McGarrity, Michael.
Death song: a Kevin Kerney novel / Michael McGarrity.
p. cm.
ISBN: 1-4295-7946-3
1. Kerney, Kevin (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Police—New Mexico—Santa Fe—Fiction.
3. Police chiefs—Fiction. 4. Santa Fe (N.M.)—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3563.C36359D43 2008
813'.54—dc22 2007026642
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For Elizabeth “Betsy” Reed
Thanks go to James and Lynda Sanchez of Lincoln, New Mexico; Peter Rogers and Carol Hurd Rogers of San Patricio, New Mexico; former Capitan police chief Robert Bird; former Capitan mayor Steve Sederwall; Capitan municipal judge J. D. Roehrig; and retired Lincoln County sheriff Tom Sullivan.
Contents
Chapter One
The week had been a long grind for Sergeant Clayton Istee. On paper he’d been scheduled to pull four ten-hour shifts, but the demands of the job had turned his workweek into five twelve-hour days.
In small, underfunded, undermanned law enforcement agencies, officers routinely carried out multiple assignments that required constant juggling of their time and priorities. The Lincoln County Sheriff’s Office was no different, and while Clayton’s primary duties consisted of supervising patrol deputies and serving as lead investigator for all major felony cases, he’d recently taken on the additional responsibility of training supervisor for the department. As a result, he’d been forced to work overtime and put in an extra day on the job to get a newly hired deputy up to speed.
In general, Clayton enjoyed the variety that came with his job and had no complaints, other than he didn’t get to see his family enough. From a professional standpoint, the time he’d spent with the Lincoln County S.O. had been much more satisfying and rewarding than the years he’d worked as an officer with the Mescalero Apache Tribal Police. But five twelve-hour days in a row was pushing it even for Clayton, and he was eager to end the week and get home at a reasonable hour.
The new deputy, Tim Riley, a certified police officer with six years’ experience, had spent most of the week in Clayton’s company learning the ropes. Clayton had toured Riley through the back roads and out-of-the-way places in the county, introduced him to criminal justice and law enforcement personnel, walked him through the county jail, and showed him some of the best places to run radar.
He coached Riley on department protocols and procedures, watched him conduct traffic stops, had him handle a report of a gas skip at a convenience store, and showed him where some of the badass felons and sexual predators on parole from the state pen lived. Now the only thing that stood in the way of turning Riley loose on his own was getting him certified with his department-issued firearms.
On Friday afternoon Clayton drove Riley to the range the S.O. used for weapons recertification, where a state police firearms instructor from Roswell was standing by to test Riley’s proficiency with a .45 semiautomatic and a pump-action shotgun.
A quiet man in his mid-forties, Riley was more than ten years older than Clayton, but the differences in their rank and age didn’t appear to be a problem. Riley had a low-key, pleasant personality, wasn’t bothered by long periods of silence, and rarely made small talk. By the end of the week, Clayton knew very little about the man other than he was married, had a grown son from a prior marriage, and was a retired air force master sergeant.
Riley’s five foot, ten inch frame matched Clayton’s height, and although he carried a few extra pounds around his gut, he looked to be in good physical shape. He had brown eyes and a long narrow face that gave him a somewhat serious look that was offset by an easy smile.
At the firing range, Clayton turned Riley over to the instructor, and watched from his unit to avoid the swirling, chilly March wind. First the instructor went over the range protocols and walked Riley through the outdoor combat pistol range, showing Riley what to expect on the course. Just as Riley was about to start a dry-fire practice run with the pop-up targets hidden from view, the wind kicked up a dust devil that obscured him from Clayton’s sight. When the wind subsided and the dust settled, Riley ran the course with ease, holstering his weapon while moving from one concealment point to the next, assuming a proper shooting stance at each firing station.
