Chapter 27

I didn’t care about that, either.

The sun was nearly lost beneath the edge of the trees on the horizon, leaving the clearing in which the house sat gray and dim. The temperature had dropped accordingly. The brisk walk I’d enjoyed to get here would be far more unpleasant should I attempt it now, though if I chose to leave, I could always get Leandro to drive me in his truck.

I frowned. I hadn’t pursued the question of his non-Alaska plates. He’d derailed our entire conversation by kissing me. I had to assume he’d been living in Florida when he made the decision to put an end to all this, once and for all, but we still had the enigma of who had helped him make the arrangements. Was Florida a clue? I didn’t know how it could be. It might as well have been Maine, or Texas, or Wisconsin. But who had chosen Alaska? And why?

I needed Lem. All these holes in my knowledge were starting to make me feel like one of the condemned in Hades, forced to carry water in a sieve.