The next day, Mac arranged to meet Trixie in the lobby of the Eagle’s Nest so she could guide them to her parents’ house. Apparently in Lost Harbor, directions could be sketchy and the usual map apps didn’t always work. She’d offered to drive them there herself before her shop opened for the day.
As Mac and Piper stepped off the elevator, he spotted her at the receptionist counter, chatting with the young Native Alaskan clerk who had checked them in.
With her elbows propped on the counter, her weight entirely on one leg, one foot stroking the back of the other calf, she looked like she was posing for a girlie calendar except she was fully dressed. Instead of the sailor suit from yesterday, she wore a purple velour crop top and lowrider joggers that showed off her taut waist.
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