CHAPTER SEVEN
For the past few weeks, “home” for Sadie had been a fleabag motel on the wrong side of town, not that she had spent much time there. Her reintroduction to Alaska had been rougher than she had expected.
It had been her plan, once things had calmed down, to rent a small apartment in Anchorage, close to the FBI field office. Fate, however, had other plans.
Now she lived with Caz and Jenny in the room vacated by the last au pair. It wasn’t supposed to be anything other than another temporary arrangement, but now Caz was talking about cleaning out the room above her garage and leasing that to her. It would make a cozy little studio apartment, and Sadie was more than tempted.
Not least because, in a short space of time, Caz and Jenny were beginning to feel like family.
Before
