“On Main Street in Menomonie,” I said. “Patricia Haugen.”

“We’ll be standing on her front step at eight tomorrow morning,” Kurt said.

“And if the Dunn County prosecutor wants my statement for a felony complaint against Brad Kessler, he’ll have it by noon.”

Dale went over to his pickup parked by the field gate and came back with three heavy ceramic mugs, pouring hot black coffee from Arvid’s big stainless thermos.

“The sun’s coming up over the ridgeline,” Dale said, passing the first mug to Kurt.