Chapter Fifteen
Amelia
“What do you mean you can’t get out here until next week?” I asked into my phone.
“Amelia, I’m sorry. My excavator took some damage last week when a tractor-trailer clipped it on the way back from Anchorage. Trust me when I say I’m as annoyed as you about the whole mess,” Max replied.
Max Richards was the guy I usually subcontracted with for excavation work. It wasn’t a full-time gig for him. In fact, it was very part-time. He was a biologist for the federal government, but like most everyone in Alaska, he had several irons in the fire. After getting burned by a few of the more full-time crews around here who thought I was stupid enough to trust their rates, I’d heard Max did this work on the side and called him up. He was an old friend of Quinn’s, and I trusted
