CHAPTER ELEVEN
The sun was setting by the time Sadie and Linden reached Kent Westwood’s downtown mansion, the six hours of daylight already coming to an end.
Sadie had been back in Alaska for over two months and had arrived in the dead of winter, so she had readjusted to the dark and the cold, but this evening she felt suddenly chilled. As she watched the sun spreading orange across the sky, she realized how much she missed the Southern climate.
Westwood’s home was certainly something she would have expected to see by the beach in California, rather than in the suburbs of Anchorage. Looking at the large, frosted windows and balconies, it was clear that Westwood wasn’t trying to blend in.
Could he really be their guy? It was tempting to think that he couldn’t fit the profile, but Sadie
