Winterkill (Joe Pickett, #3)

by C.J. Box

long she would remain in Twelve Sleep County.

backtracking, when he asked her for specifics,

They went outside, and her dad closed

seen.

power

knew, and they had expected something like this to happen eventually.

“Then you might want to reconsider your position,” Munker had said. The contempt in his voice was palpable. “If you do

grasped Marybeth by her shoulders. “I’m not sure I can do any good,

• • • When Joe was able to sit up, Nate Romanowski was gone, but Joe could hear the whine of a snowmobile from where he had stood. And on the road, Dick Munker mounted an undamaged sheriff’s department snowmobile and sped off toward the hill. Nate hadn’t hit Munker with that first shot after all. • • • Joe staggered through the deep snow until he reached the packed powder of the roadbed and climbed back up. The stench of the burning trailer filled his nose and mouth. As he reached his snowmobile, Melinda Strickland and Elle Broxton-Howard ran toward him. Strickland’s little dog leaped like