All the physical evidence from the shooting was in the hands of lab people, who as usual would say nothing till they finished doing what lab people do. Josh Felder sat in on the first half hour of our meeting, to detail the research he had done for us over the weekend. He looked about fourteen, with round wire-rims and freckles – the only detective I’d ever seen who looked less like a cop than Winnie. He had brought us exactly what we asked for, though: the complete history of the Kester family in Hampsted County since the mid-1850s. Hardworking farmers with no unexpected adventures, they had prospered in Minnesota for four generations, never moving from their original homestead but adding some acres in each generation. When I saw my detectives sliding toward narcolepsy after thirty minutes of their history, I thanked Josh and declared a fresh-coffee break to revive us enough to read our own notes. Clint declared that the search of the Kesters’ farm on Saturday night had yielded two shotguns and a deer rifle, all in a locked cabinet in the house.
What do You think about Eleven Little Piggies (2012)?
