Chapter 14
(Sitka. Elizabeth Kitka’s house. Present day. Tuesday.)
“I liked your father,” Elizabeth told Karin. “He was charming.”
Karin took a deep ragged breath and let it out slowly before she responded. Telling the story as her mother, a tribal storyteller, told it, as it must have happened, affected her deeply.
She managed a smile. “That’s what mom said, too. He was a good man.”
“And Duke killed him?”
Karin sighed. “He didn’t come home. Neither did Andrew Solomon. The records here mention two suicides, but there are no names attached. Which was stupid on Duke’s part. He could have pretended to put them on the plane home, and the discrepancy would have gone unnoticed. But communication was so much worse than it is now, and he thought he could get away with something like this.”
