“Is this witness solid, Sheriff?”
“Well,” Sailor hemmed. “She’s one of these overly eager lonely widows who’s always calling our office with tips. I think she’s too partial to peach schnapps, frankly. But Reece Wable has motive, opportunity, and there’s the knife.”
Drayco wanted to point out that several others, including Earl Yaegle and especially Randolph Squier, had equally good cases against them, but he didn’t. “Maida said you’d called about the coyote autopsy but didn’t give specifics.”
“Your arms are safe, no needles for you. The coyote—not an ordinary coyote, but a coyote-wolf hybrid—wasn’t rabid.”
“Then why did it attack?”
“She apparently gave birth not too long ago.”
Drayco’s spirits sank even more at that. A mother defending her brood. “Any way to find the litter?”
“I ask
