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there’s a bullet hole I’m not seeing in this head, I don’t
know that it’ll tell the ME anything he didn’t already
know but I guess we ought to go through all the mo-
tions.”
Dwight nodded. “I don’t suppose you’ve heard any-
thing back on those fingerprints yet?”
“Sorry, sir.”
“What about Santos or Sanaugustin?”
“Yessir. I did a quick and dirty on the men. No match.
Haven’t had a chance to compare the prints on the axe
with the women’s prints yet. I can let you know by in
the morning though.”
“Good.”
McLamb and Dalton volunteered to go back to Black
Creek to interview Mrs. Stone and her son. “See if we
can’t pick up a lead from them.”
“Fine,” Dwight said. “I’ll authorize the overtime.”
Rather than go all the way back to Dobbs himself,
he called Bo and brought the sheriff up to date, then
headed off to pick up his son.
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27
Deborah Knott
Tuesday Night, March 7
% That night was a bar association dinner in Makely,
and Portland and I drove down together. Avery
had opted to skip the dinner and stay home with his
daughter, but we still left late because she had to nurse
little Carolyn first.
Avery asked me about the rumors flying around the
courthouse that they’d found Buck Harris’s head stuck
on a fence post, but I didn’t get a chance to call Dwight
till after I’d adjourned at five-fifteen and I was afraid I
might interrupt the talk he planned to have with Cal.
Satisfying my curiosity could wait. That head wasn’t
going anywhere.
Except maybe over to the ME’s office in Chapel Hill.
“You’re not making Dwight take sides, are you?”
Portland asked when we were finally in the car and I had
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told her a little about the situation with Cal. She was
