Chapter 6
"Buzz the Whitaker room, for me, will you, Dan?" Kitka asked the man behind the desk at the Talkeetna Inn.
Dan Nash, who also owned the place, looked at him sourly. "They're in the lounge."
Kitka raised his eyebrows, questioning the man.
"They ain't going to be our most popular guests," he said, drawling it out, "although the girl has potential."
Kitka grinned. Dan Nash, a 32-year-old single man, was in a prime position to vet all the female tourists who came to Talkeetna. He sometimes joked it was the main reason he chose to run a hotel. "Didn't like the rooms?" Kitka asked.
"Didn't make reservations. Didn't like the rooms. Not enough hot water. Food is rustic," he said, quoting bitterly.
Kitka laughed and went searching for the three women. Susan was staring out the wind
