CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Even though she’d told Allen their date would have to wait until tomorrow because she was so tired, Kate ended up making full use of her afternoon. As three o’clock rolled around, she walked several blocks down the street for Chinese takeout. Then, over orange chicken and cheese wontons, she pulled the case files up on her computer and took out the few printed materials she had collected while in Roanoke. She made herself a little workstation at the kitchen table and went to work, trying to alleviate the nasty feeling that Chester Black was not their man and the case was still wide open.
The thing that was really hanging her up was the blanket. And that made no sense to her. It was clear that it had meaning to the killer. It took a lot of extra effort to cram it into t
