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Chapter 11
Chapter 11 As it turned out, a long, silent drive back to Runde would've been pretty nice. But instead I was grilled over and over by Andrew about Roarr. I think in the end I managed to convince him that Roarr had a rock-solid alibi for Lisa's murder, and that no one had ever seriously suspected him in the first place beyond the close connection he had to the victim. If he wasn't convinced, he was at least willing to let it go. Not that Loke was any help. He had gone back to sleep the moment the Volkswagen's wheels had left the ruts of the overgrown dirt road for the smoother pavement of the Gunflint Trail. "I guess it's not so weird that I never met this Roarr," Andrew allowed after a long pause in our conversation where he had apparently been mulling it over. "I didn't really see much
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