Chapter 7
“Goddamn it!” Mika looked up at Buck. “He wasn’t supposed to die. Now I’ll never know who was responsible for what happened.” He pulled up the man’s ski mask and shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him.”
“Since I’m guessing he was a hired killer, I’m not surprised.” Buck bent to pick up the metal box. “Maybe what’s in here will help us figure out who he was working for, but we won’t look right now. We have to find a doctor for both of us and I guess let the local cops know what happened.”
Mika nodded, getting to his feet. “We can call Sheriff Brown. I remember him from when we’d go into town to shop.” He took out his phone, wincing at the brief flare of pain in his arm. “Or not. No signal.” He pointed to the sofa, saying, “Sit and let me look at your shoulder.”
“It’
