Thirty-One
Tristan had been checking his phone ever since he got off the plane in Anchorage, but the only text he’d gotten from Lulu was some kind of weird selfie with a bunch of orgasmic-looking random letters. Nothing since then, which set off all kinds of alarm bells.
Since he and Toni were essentially switching places, she’d left her truck at the Lost Harbor airport for him. He drove right to the police station, where a number of law enforcement types had already gathered.
Maya stood at the head of the group, joined by one of her sergeants, Darius Boone, Nate Prudhoe and a few of the volunteer firefighters, and even the former mayor, Dan Shipp, who had recently joined the state troopers.
She beckoned Tristan to join them. “We’re formulating a search plan now. The last time anyone s
