As soon as they got to his apartment, Mika asked Buck if he’d like some coffee.
Buck shook his head while gravitating to the photos Mika had hung over the sofa. “Nice looking family,” he commented. “Your dad was quite imposing.”
Mika nodded. “Reko took after him, while I was definitely Mom’s kid.”
“I can tell. Did you check before you put these up to see if anything was hidden behind them?”
“I didn’t. Those two—” he pointed, “—were in the living room. They were crooked so I guess the killer might have.”
“Do you mind?” Buck asked even as he took one of them down. Turning it over, he said, “These are inexpensive frames. It would be easy enough to stick something between the backing and the photo.”
“Yeah. Mom got them after we moved down here. Fancy ones weren’t an option.”
“I wasn’t t
