Visions of Justice
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He saw them coming long before they ever reached the farm. The dust cloud that was being raised, by the vehicle wheels from the speeding convoy, formed contrails of airborne dirt that drifted high above the ripening cornfields into the hot August sky. No one came this far down the dead-end road unless they were coming here. He wasn’t expecting company, and neither was Jesse. He had lived with the fear of this day for a long time. They had arrested him once but they wouldn’t catch him again. Not this time, anyway. Slowly, and methodically, he backed up several rows deep into the head-high cornfield and squatted down. There were five marked squad cars, and a black panel truck with S.W.A.T. stenciled across the back, in the police convoy. Dogs could be heard barking from the back seat of one of the cars, and the other squads were full of stern-faced men staring straight ahead, their minds on one thing, the mission-at-hand. One car drove crazily across the lush green lawn, careening around the house out of Barry’s line of sight, ripping up sod and smashing a trellis covered with purple morning glories, tipping over the birdbath on the way. The resident farm dog cowered on the porch, not sure what to make of it. Car doors opened, and heavily armed men in black vests and Ak5’s spilled out, slamming the doors behind them. They had found him, yes, but not for long. He’d been expecting them.
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Torch Brennan was bored with his early retirement from the Minneapolis Police force. He couldn’t forget the many years of living life on the edge that he’d once led, and how now, it seemed he had little purpose in life. Than came a chance to go back and work on a cold case. It was a case that had eluded him for years, and the one “blemish” on his stellar record. They said it was “new evidence”—evidence that would shed a convincing light on who had done it—and so the hunt was back on.
Then, along with the evidence, came a new twist. The man, whom he had pursued for so many years, looked more and more innocent with each passing day. Suddenly, he was pursuing him, not to convict him, but to help him prove his innocence. Either way, guilty or innocent, he had to find him. In his search for Barry, the evidence trail would take Torch from the streets of Minneapolis to the primitive forests of Alaska and back again.
For Barry, proving his innocence was as elusive as it was for the police to prove his guilt, until his subconscious mind slowly started to unravel and bit-by-bit the truth was revealed.
This is Mike Holst’s tenth published fiction novel. As always, it is a story that is written so vividly and real that you will forget its fiction, and wonder when and where it happened. In addition to being an author, Mike lives and writes in North Central Minnesota, where he has been long active as a columnist and freelance writer.
About the Author
Mike Holst is one of Northern Minnesota's busiest writers. Columnist for the Northland Press, freelance writer and frequent contributor to the Brainerd Dispatch and ten time published Author he does it all. Visions of Justice is his tenth fiction novel in the last thirteen years. Mike lives and writes in the lake country of Northern Minnesota. He is the father of three grown children and eight grandchildren.