Chapter Thirteen
I don’t sleep. I climb the walls of my bedroom like a caged animal. At three-thirty I help myself to a full tumbler of 12-year Red Breast, compliments of Jamey O’Neill, co-proprietor and chef at the lodge. I tiptoe back upstairs and turn on my laptop. I spend until dawn going over my accounts, answering emails, and coming up with a plan to unlock my trust fund.
For some reason, I decide to search real estate listings in Prairie. Although I’ve never wanted to be a slum lord, Prairie has been growing steadily since they were nearly wiped off the map a few years ago by a killer tornado. And some big names have stepped up to help with re-development. Mason Carter and Zack Forte for starters. I don’t know either of them personally, but we have mutual acquaintances through Dan
