Paul poured himself another cup of coffee and asked Vikki and Kate if they'd like some. Kate cheerfully accepted. Vikki declined. They were secluded from the guests in Paul's den at the back of the house. Kate had gone alone for a long ride in the hills today and Vikki had just returned from a trip to town.
He noticed Vikki smoked almost nervously. She seemed to be preoccupied with something. He'd hardly seen her all day today, or Kate, either. The investigation was taking a lot out of him. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't mind telling you, this killing has got me down. I'd just as soon get the whole bunch of them out of here and be done with it. Though how in god'sname this could've happened here, I don't know." He glanced at Kate, as if seeking an answer from her.
"Well don't look at me.I didn't do it." Kate laughed.
Paul swore and ran his fingers through his hair again. "Kate