Chapter 7
Parking the Corvette in his garage, Kitka went inside the house. He fixed himself a sandwich of venison and cheese and stood at the kitchen counter eating it. It was 4 p.m. and he'd been working since 7 a.m. He drank a glass of milk to chase the sandwich and then washed the dishes and put them away. Whistling tunelessly, he wiped down the cabinets and counters and took the garbage out to the garage. It was about time for a dump run, he noticed.
Sitting down at the kitchen table, he pulled out his notebook and called into the office to talk to Joe Bob.
"You've got all kinds of phone messages from reporters," Joe Bob said when he came on the line.
"Who?" Dixon read off a list of names. "Give me Betsy Robinson's number. The rest, you can tell the investigation is continuing. We
