“I had a strange phone call about fifteen minutes ago,” Mika said as soon as he let Buck into the apartment.
“Strange, how?”
“It was a man.” Mika went on to tell him the gist of the conversation.
“Fishing to find out if he’s got the right Kinkade,” Buck replied. “Or, if he knew it was you, he wanted to know where you live and if you had anything belonging to your dad. He can’t know that the locket was at the house in the mountains since the killer was dead before he could have contacted him to say he found it—or at least the box. We know he thought the locket was in it.”
“I think you’re right. He didn’t ask my address, but he knows he talked to me and when he began questioning me, I took the bait, or so he thinks. He has no way of knowing if I have the locket, but he might presume I fo
