Chapter 33

“If you are our man,” Mika said, tapping the online picture, “where did you get the money to pay the killer? In Dan’s case, he’s probably rich enough to afford one, but you? On a carpenter’s salary? Still, I suppose the lure of finding the mother lode in gold or silver, or gems, could mean you saved up from the time Dad died until now. It would explain the two-year time gap.”

He called Buck to tell him what he’d found out.

“Do you have addresses?” Buck asked when Mika finished.

“Yep, and phone numbers. Not that I see what good they’ll do us. We can hardly call and ask if they hired someone to find the locket and told them to use whatever means possible, including murder.”

Buck chuckled. “That probably would get us arrested for harassment, or something. You said Gordie Finley lives fairly close.”

“Yeah. His most recent address is about thirty miles from here.”

“Meaning he’s moved more than once?”