Chapter 25
(Sitka back at the dock. Wednesday.)
Paul Kitka watched helplessly as Hank Petras forced Dace to go with him.
“Damn it,” he said. He kept the pressure on Mike Anderson’s chest. He was going to bleed out. A few inches different and he’d be dead already.
“Jonas, you’ve got to go for help. Mom’s place is probably as close as any. Call 911, see if she knows where Captain Wyckoff is,” he ordered.
Jonas nodded. “On it.” He leaped for the dock, cinched the boat up to the cleat, and started up the ramp at a run.
Mike opened his eyes. “Don’t let Petras go,” he said spitting out the words between gasps for air.
Paul looked at him. “Leave you to die? And do what? He’s got a gun, and as he proved with you, he’ll use it.”
“He’s a bad cop.”
“Yeah. So are you. Seems like a lot of that
