“You could fly.”
Fiona brightened. “Where is the airport? How do I buy a ticket?”
“You must return to Winnipeg and fly from there. It is possible to fly from Thompson to Churchill, but from what I hear, the flights are sold out for the entire season. Your best bet is to catch tonight’s train back to Winnipeg and fly from there.”
Winnipeg?
No. No.No!
She refused to go back there. For the entire three days she’d spent in Winnipeg, the back of her neck had itched as if someone was watching her. Thieves, most likely, wanting to steal her belongings. Weird people had grasped at her as she passed, and one had chased her when she’d ignored his shouts. Then, there was the shooting. People had died and now someone had stolen or misplaced her bag.
No, the city of Winnipeg was not an option.
“Maybe I can help you,” a deep masculine voice rumbled.
