The "Please" unnerved her, knocked her off balance. She opened the door and peered inside.

Pete was at the mike, talking about the time Dina lobbied the Juneau legislature to pass the permanent-fund dividend. "The woman never bought a drink," he was saying; "she thought that's what legislators were for."

But the potlatch was winding down. Christie was sitting on the edge of the stage, holding court. Kate didn't see Dan. A line had already formed in the cafeteria kitchen to wash the dishes, people were shrugging into coats, stamping into boots, and rounding up children, and the drummers had packed up. She could make sure Johnny didn't go home without escort, ask Auntie Vi to oversee the cleanup. Avoid Ethan.

"I'll get my coat," she said.

8

It was snowing still, but visibility was good and the flight was quick. That was fine with Kate. It wasn't that she was nervous at rubbing elbows with him for a hundred miles, she assured herself, it was the close quarters with a man who, when you came right down to it, she barely knew. Whom she barely knew enough to bean with a lockbox. Whom she didn't know anywhere well enough to sleep with.

I am losing my mind, she thought.

Halfway to Tok, he broke the increasingly heavy silence. "I don't suppose this could qualify as our first date?"

Kate didn't reply, and she was out of the Cessna the moment it rolled to a halt on the Tok airstrip. She helped him push it into its parking space, keeping on the opposite side of the fuselage he was on. The journey to the post was accomplished in silence.

Higgins was curled up on the bed of the cell. He looked cleaner and certainly smelled better than he had the last time Jim had seen him. It was always amazing, the difference a shower and a couple of meals made in a suspect. Jim remembered a conversation he'd had with a woman he had dated a while back who had taught remedial English to guests of the state going for their GEDs. "I read about the horrible things they do in the papers, and then I meet them and they seem so nice, so polite," she'd told him. "They don't seem like monsters. Why are they so different once they're in prison?"

"For one thing, they're sober," he'd told her.

But Higgins hadn't been drunk, or high, the day he'd killed Dina, the day he'd put Ruthe in the hospital. His tox screen had come back clean as a whistle.

Higgins rolled over to look at them when Jim called his name, then rolled right back again. "Come on, Riley," Jim said. "Sit up, would you? I've got someone here I'd like you to meet."

"Does he have an attorney?" Kate said in a low voice.

"Hasn't asked for one."

She raised an eyebrow. They both knew from bitter experience that a perp without an attorney was a confession just waiting to be kicked. Defense attorneys were as much witness to due process as they were advocate for the accused.