Chapter 16

“That looks wicked,” Buck said when Mika took one out to show him. “No way you could carry it in the city.”

“I can if it’s in the sheath so it can be seen. If it were concealed carry, I’d be in big trouble if a cop stopped me.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

The trail got steeper the higher they went until they finally reached the top. Ahead of them was a large clearing and then the mountainside—and the house.

“It’s still standing,” Mika said in relief. “A bit worse for wear thanks to punks who think vandalizing is fun.”

While the basic structure was there and in good shape, if weather-beaten, every window had been broken and the door was standing open. On one side of the door someone had spray painted graffiti. Mika couldn’t say he was surprised. It had been standing empty for two years.