Karl took the empty chair next to me, thankfully blocking my view of Drake Voss. Karl shrugged without a care. “I suppose if one had feelings for that woman then it would be sad.”
That confirmed Karl knew the victim was Doris Hackett. Preston must have told him. “Was Preston upset? I talked to him for a few minutes before the police pulled him aside for questioning.”
Karl shook his head. “Nah, they divorced, what three? Four years ago?”
“Four.”
“That’s right. Doris won the lottery two years ago. She was divorced by then,” Karl’s voice turned bitter. “It"s a shame Preston never got a penny from that. He should have gotten something since he built that nice cabin for them. I still can’t believe Doris destroyed it and built a fancy house in its place. If you ask me, she should have sold i
