Chapter 10
(Sitka, Tuesday. Ben Daniels.)
Ben Daniels was having a drink with Duke at the Sheffield House when he saw a Kitka drive down the street below. The car had several big men in it. He took a sip of his scotch — the quality he could afford had improved over the years and it was still his favorite drink. He pointed the car out to Duke.
Duke grunted. “Paul Kitka’s boss, Thomas Wyckoff, and Lanky Purdue flew in about an hour ago. They were met at the airport. They didn’t come alone either.”
Daniels looked at the police chief. He didn’t ask how he knew. It was his job to know. That’s how they’d divided up the duty’s decades ago.
“I told you to leave it alone,” he said. “But you had to have Anderson set up some harebrained scheme with Jonas Kitka and Hank Petras. What has Petras do
