Dwight gave him a faint lift of his chin in acknowledgement. "Killed in his sleep," he said. "It looked like a bear attack, only he was locked in his jail cell. And nobody heard or saw a thing, so. . . ."

"A trouble got him in his sleep," Duke finished for him. He shoved his hand into his hair. "Oh my god of course it did. Why does anyone live in this goddamn town?"