She had at least ten voice mails and twice as many text messages. Tomorrow they’d arrive in Eagle. She had to find out Stan’s plan. She didn’t trust Hawk not to drop her by the side of the road as soon as they crossed the border. Bringing the burgers to Hawk to barbecue, she mumbled an excuse about making a salad and hurried into the camper.Stan picked up on the first ring. “Where the hell have you been?”“Hello to you too. Look I don’t have much time.”“Where are you?”“Whitehorse…in the Yukon. We’ll arrive in Eagle tomorrow evening. I need information. Hawk’s not going to give up and come in from cold.”“That’s too bad. Our people in Alaska have been monitoring the situation in Eagle. The news isn’t good.” Uneasiness in his voice carried through the phone line.Dread mushroomed, filling her chest. She closed her eyes and leaned against the counter. His next words clogged her air passages.Stan grew impatient. “Are you listening?”“Yes, but I can’t—”“You can do this, Sophie.
