Sarah kneaded her neck as she stared out the window of the Juniper Hotel dining room. Daylight was fading in the tiny village. Tourists would be hastening to their lodgings for the night. Soon the Juniper would be bustling with the evening crowd; the kitchen staff was busy getting ready. Lotti’s shrill, staccato chatter drifted out through the kitchen pass-through window.
Sarah pushed the remains of her dinner aside and opened her notebook to the last entry: The Impeyan Hotel. The name honored the national bird of Nepal, and the place was exactly what she was looking for. She took a sip of her tea and rubbed her temple. A headache had come on in the last twenty minutes, brought on by a protracted phone call with the Impeyan’s manager. Getting him to commit on the price for the fundraiser
