Kitka chuckled. "No one can find you to kill you. But I'm going to be quite alarmed if more people call, looking for you."
The phone rang for the third time. Kitka motioned Dace toward the porch and let the answering machine pick it up. "Paul, it's Dan. I'd like to find Candace if you know where she is. I have some information she should have. If you can have her give me a call, I'd appreciate it."
Dan Nash? Thoughtfully, Kitka followed Dace to the front porch. She was sitting on the step, so he sank into the wicker chair. The two of them sat quietly, listening to the silence.
"Paul? Can I ask you something?" Candace was hesitant.
He turned to her and smiled. "Sure."
"Are you..., Eskimo?"
He shook his head. "No. Half Tlingit, half white."
"Tlingit? Isn't that a kind of Eskimo?"
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