Chapter 23
(Tongass. Wednesday.)
Back at Petras’ camp, Mike grunted. “I had to kill a deer to get enough blood. Took samples from him, and his bloody clothes.”
“I didn’t think deer blood was going to work. Deer blood isn’t going to fool any crime scene inspector,” Hank said.
“But I am the crime scene inspector,” Mike said, obviously pleased with himself. “No body, but given we were all cops this trip, who’s going to question us?”
Hank looked over at Paul and rolled his eyes. Obviously, Hank had given some thought to who might be along to question it, even if Anderson hadn’t. Of course, Paul had been long gone from Sitka when Mike had arrived on the scene.
Mike threw his cup at the log Paul was sitting on and swore viciously.
“Went just like we planned. Until Monday when Seth Jones i
