Chapter 30
Ten minutes behind me the sky above the city's bowl area is clear. In College Heights, thick dry snow blankets my windshield outside the wiper's reach. The traffic whizzing past sweeps the snow off the roads, but already the pavement's slippery. It should concern me, but I'm having trouble focussing. At this moment, they're arresting the killer responsible for Angie's murder.
Is their evidence solid? Will the wrong lawyer get the case and plead out?
A pickup truck with a plough attached is clearing snow from Mrs. Warner's driveway when I arrive. Half the job is complete, but already an inch of snow covers where he's cleared.
Careful not to park too close to the soft shoulder on the street, I lock the car, manoeuvre around a mountain of snow big enough to fill a dump truck. C
