As Caleb finished his last beer, he shook the hands of troopers that had insisted on taking him out for drinks. He’d hoped to be able to spend a few more hours with Amelia, but she’d left the airport as soon as the troopers finished their interview and he'd been too distracted by his former coworkers to stop her. Stepping into the noisy Anchorage night he tried to take a deep breath, but the stifling air of the city choked him. The noise of cars, the people, all of it was overwhelming. Usually when he came to town he went from the airport to his buyers, then back to the airport motel for a night before his pilot took him back to the Brooks Range, but tonight the troopers had insisted they treat him to a drink. Now he found himself alone in a city he’d left behind him years ago. Places he

