Chapter 4
Coming off the fire, Tim should be out of it for another dozen-hour night of sleep, but the Alaskan summer light did things to you. Running on three to four hours sleep just seemed natural this time of year and even a half decade away hadn’t changed that old pattern. Of course if he’d remembered to close the blackout curtains in his childhood bedroom it might have helped.
Three-thirty in the morning and he was wide awake. His old room faced to the east, so the sun punched directly into his face making him squint as he struggled to find fresh clothes in his kit bag. It was a good thing he’d left a jacket here, he’d forgotten that Larch Creek in the summer wasn’t all that much warmer than Oregon in the winter.
When he tried to pull it on, the old denim barely fit.
Last time he’
