Chapter 8
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
The family began their agonizing ascent up ice-covered rocks. Chepi clasped the hand of the boy. Noshi carried Sheshebens. After a futile hour, the boy’s hand slipped out of his mother’s. He’d lost his footing and slid on his belly down the steep, snowy slope, arms outstretched, “Mommy, help me…”
Northern California, Present Time
Bobby’s interview took more time than Maggie expected. “What’s the word on the lab results for the cigarette?” she asked Jake as she stepped out of the interrogation room.
“Inconclusive.”
“That’s too bad.” She stifled a yawn. “Well, I’m going home, guys. See you tomorrow.”
She drove home, fell asleep exhausted, woke up at dawn and drove to the sheriff’s office to interview Dolly Sorenson’s husband. The interview went
