The Devil's Bed

The Devil's Bed

by William Kent Krueger

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ISBN-13: 9780743445856
Publisher: Pocket Star
Publication date: 11/25/2003
Pages: 496
Sales rank: 36,638
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

William Kent Krueger is the award-winning author of eighteen Cork O’Connor novels, including Desolation Mountain and Sulfur Springs, as well as the novel Ordinary Grace, winner of the Edgar Award for best novel. His latest novel, This Tender Land, will be published in September 2019. He lives in the Twin Cities with his family. Visit his website at WilliamKentKrueger.com.

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Chapter One

Nightmare used a combat knife, a Busse Steel Heart E with a seven-and-a-half-inch blade. He made two cuts, a long arc that half-circled his nipple, then another arc beneath the first, smaller but carved with equal care. The effect was a rainbow with only two bands and a single color. When he lifted the blade, he could feel the blood on his chest, black worms crawling down his skin in the dark of his motel room.

From the warehouse across the old highway came the long hiss of air brakes and the rattle of heavy suspension as a rig and trailer pulled out onto the potholed asphalt and geared away into the evening. There was an air-conditioning unit under the window, but Nightmare never used it. Even in the worst heat, he preferred to keep the drapes pulled and the windows open in order to track the sounds outside his room.

In the dark, he reached to a wooden bowl on the stand beside the bed. He filled his hand with ash from the bowl, and he rubbed the ash into the wounds to raise and set them. It was painful, this ritual, but pain was part of who he was, part of being Nightmare. He performed the ritual in the dark because that was also elemental to his being. He loved the dark, as a man will love anything that has taken him into itself and made him a part of it.

It was past time, he knew, but there was no hurry. He put on his sunglasses, then took the remote from beside the bowl on the stand and turned on the television. The set was old, and the signal flowed through a faulty connection. The picture bloomed, vibrated, then settled down.

Barbara Walters was on the screen. She sat in a wing chair upholstered in a red floral design. She wore a blue dress, a gold scarf draped over her left shoulder, pinned with a sapphire brooch. From a portrait above the mantel beyond her right shoulder, George Washington seemed to look down on her sternly. The broadcast was live from the Library of the White House. Barbara leaned forward, her face a study of deep concentration as she listened. She nodded, then she spoke, but soundlessly because Nightmare had muted the volume to nothing. Finally she smiled, totally unaware that on the television screen, dead center on her forehead, was a red dot from the laser sight on Nightmare's Beretta.

A different camera angle. The eyes of the man whose face now filled the screen were like two copper pennies, solid and dependable. Every hair of his reddish brown mane was under perfect control. He wore a beautifully tailored blue suit, a crisp white shirt, a red tie knotted in a tight Windsor and dimpled in a way that mirrored the dimple in his chin. Daniel Clay Dixon, president of the United States, faced the camera and the nation. When his lips moved, Nightmare could imagine that voice, the soft accent that whispered from the western plains, not so pronounced that it might prejudice a listener into thinking of an ignorant cowpoke, but enough to suggest a common man, a man of the people, the kind of man whose example encouraged children to believe they could grow up to be anything they wanted, that nothing in this great land of opportunity was beyond anyone's reach.

Nightmare had no interest in the words the silent voice spoke. They would be lies, he knew. Anyone who rose to the top in a government always rose on a bubble inflated by lies. He concentrated on keeping the red laser dot steady on the black pupil of the president's left eye.

After Clay Dixon talked awhile, he glanced at something to his right, off-camera at the moment, but obviously of tremendous importance to him.

And then it happened. What Nightmare had been patiently waiting for all week, had been considering in almost every moment of his thinking.

The First Lady appeared.

In the soft dark, Nightmare wrapped himself around a hard vengeance.

Kathleen Jorgenson Dixon's eyes were pale gray-blue. Although she looked composed, there was something immeasurably sad about those eyes. To Nightmare they seemed like two unhealed wounds. She'd been hurt, he could tell. But that didn't matter. Her suffering was nothing compared to the suffering she'd caused. He was glad for the ritual of the blood and the ash and the pain, because it kept him strong.

"For the murder of David Moses," Nightmare pronounced, "your sentence is death."

He sighted the Beretta. The laser dot settled in the dark at the back of the First Lady's throat. Slowly he squeezed the trigger, and grimly he whispered, "Bang."

Copyright © 2003 by William Kent Krueger

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JKW24 More than 1 year ago
There comes a moment that clearly divides the past from the future. Mr. Krueger gives amply time to clarify each scene through short, neat narrations and dialogue. He presents each situation that leads up to a climax. The Federal Governments bureaucracy becomes the monster. The most powerful device in the world is information. However, someone, who knows the right thing, can leverage that information to move the world.  He shows ideals and reality of the global world as being a world apart. He offers magnificent characters, varied seasons and different cities to tell his story. He brings to light some powerful issues through this intriguing and insightful read. 
booksaregood More than 1 year ago
A little different than his Cork O'Connor series. However, this was filled with suspense. Not for the faint of heart. But definetely a very good read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. It was hard to put down! I highly recommend it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
President Daniel Clay Dixon is running for reelection but his opponent leads in all the polls even those sanctioned by the incumbent. Daniel¿s wife Kate feels estranged from him because he¿s being influenced more and more by his father Senator William Dixon and the men associated with him. When Kate¿s father, the former vice-president is hurt in what looks like an accident on his farm, she rushes to his bedside leaving the president in Washington. Secret Service agent Bo Thorsen is in charge of protecting the First Lady when she¿s in Minnesota and his instincts tell him her life is in danger as is that of her father. He finds proof that the ex-vice-president was deliberately injured and the person who is after the duo has a long time grudge against them. Bo is able to foil the first assassination attempt but the next effort has tentacles that reach into the highest levels of government making it nearly impossible to stop it in time. THE DEVIL¿S BED is an exciting thriller that starts off at light speed and never slows down. The president, his wife and the cabal members are three-dimensional characters who seem real with plausible actions on each of their parts. The hero is the kind of man one wants in office because he is honorable, patriotic and most importantly, trustworthy. William Kent Krueger, the author of the Cork O¿Connor mystery series, has written his best work yet. Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Iam not a favorite rreader of this author . Very selective on his books. I so enjoyed this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read all his oconnor series! This was a nice departure. Exciting, sometimes a little spooky(no pun intended), brilliant anaylisis of politics, and excellent character developement. Bravo, i'll read more. Thank you, Mr Kreuger!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is quite a departure from the Cork O'Connor series and it certainly held my attention. I heartily recommend this to anyone looking for a suspenseful story filled with numerous exciting twists and turns. J M Lydon .
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As a fan of stories set in the north, primarily Minnesota, I feel this n ovel is not up to par as far as William Kent Kreuger's other works.
After a few pages I was tempted to set the book aside, but continued to read.
If one can overlook the gratuitous violence and remove the pictures in your mind by language, the story is inticing.
Not worth the money or the time in general.