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Heaven&39s Prisoners [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Burke, James Lee
  • Author:  Burke, James Lee
  • ISBN-10:  0743449193
  • ISBN-10:  0743449193
  • ISBN-13:  9780743449199
  • ISBN-13:  9780743449199
  • Publisher:  Pocket Books
  • Publisher:  Pocket Books
  • Pages:  320
  • Pages:  320
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2002
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2002
  • SKU:  0743449193-11-MING
  • SKU:  0743449193-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100076415
  • List Price: $18.99
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James Lee Burke’s second Robicheaux novel takes the detective out of New Orleans and into the bayou as he seeks a quieter life.

Vietnam vet Dave Robicheaux has turned in his detective’s badge, is winning his battle against booze, and has left New Orleans with his wife for the tranquil beauty of Louisiana’s bayous. But a plane crash on the Gulf brings a young girl into his life—and with her comes a netherworld of murder, deception, and homegrown crime. Suddenly Robicheaux is confronting Bubba Rocque, a brutal hood he’s known since childhood; Rocque’s hungry Cajun wife; and a Federal agent with more guts than sense. In a backwater world where a swagger and a gun go further than the law, Robicheaux and those he loves are caught on a tide of violence far bigger than them all...Chapter One

I was just off Southwest Pass, between Pecan and Marsh islands, with the green, whitecapping water of the Gulf Stream to the south and the long, flat expanse of the Louisiana coastline behind me -- which is really not a coastline at all but instead a huge wetlands area of sawgrass, dead cypress strung with wisps of moss, and a maze of canals and bayous that are choked with Japanese water lilies whose purple flowers audibly pop in the morning and whose root systems can wind around your propeller shaft like cable wire. It was May and the breeze was warm and smelled of salt spray and schools of feeding white trout, and high above me pelicans floated on the warm air currents, their extended wings gilded in the sunlight, until suddenly one would drop from the sky like a bomb from its rack, its wings cocked back against its sides, and explode against the water's surface and then rise dripping with a menhaden or a mullet flapping from its pouched beak.

But the sky had been streaked with red at dawn, and I knew that by afternoon thunderheads would roll out of the south, the temperature would suddenly drop twenty degrees, as thoughl¹
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