Chapter 15
(Sitka. Present Day. Still Tuesday.)
Wyckoff was in the passenger seat. One of Paul’s many cousins was driving. Purdue looked out at the town from the back seat as they headed up to the hospital. It was a pretty town, he thought.
“So, do you believe her story? You think Duke killed a couple of men because one was a cop?” he asked.
Wyckoff hesitated. “Hard to dispute it, since I’m missing another cop right now,” he said finally.
Purdue snorted. “True. Native cops it looks like.”
The other man sighed. “We’ve got real problems in this state. I assume you’ve read the newspaper articles?”
Purdue had. Some remote villages had no local cops. Others paid so little, only men with criminal records applied — including s****l assault convictions. The Anchorage Daily News had won a Pu
