Chapter 24
(Sitka harbor. So close! Wednesday afternoon.)
In a fluid, purposeful move, Petras grabbed her and the weapon she held. She struggled, but even though she was 20 years younger, he outweighed her by 50 pounds. He was stronger and had stayed fit.
And as a cop, he was used to controlling a person. She wasn’t.
Before anyone could react, he pulled her onto the dock and had the gun pushed up against her chin.
“I’m sorry, girl,” he said to her. “But I’m not going to spend two years of my life tied up with a damn fool crusade against Duke Campbell. And I’m not convinced that even with my testimony, Campbell is going down.”
Hank Petras looked at Paul. “Good luck with that,” he said a bit louder. “I mean that truly. But Duke is a vicious man, and I’m not sure you can protect me, muc
