“Thank you for this,” Angie said.
Bradley pulled a folder from the drawer and placed it on the desk between them. He scanned the page. Angie noticed the office lacked the warm sophistication of the rest of the hotel. She watched Bradley flip open his cell phone and dial. He had long, thick fingers, weathered hands. Not the hands of a guy whose family had handed him a hotel. She could see why Shayla would have come to Alaska for him.
“Hey. I need a favor,” Bradley said. “His name is Bruno.”

* * *
“You could be twins,” he said.
“No.”
“I can’t get you out.”
“I know.”
“Think about it.”
“You’re an only child, aren’t you.”
“Yeah.” They listened to the wind whistle over the windshield. “I thought you hated your sister.”