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I thought you might also know, that maybe that knowledge was what brought you to this area. I’ve been trying to work out ways to broach the subject with you, but I haven’t figured it out yet. So I decided to write you this letter instead.

Getting to know you over the past few months has been the highlight of my life. It confirmed to me that moving to Alaska was the right choice. Especially if it made our paths cross. I look forward to going into the trading post every Monday. Not because I always need something.

But so I can see you.

I see so much potential in your eyes. Although I love the fact that you’re working at the trading post, I know that you were created to do so much more than that.

Don’t make the mistakes that I did. Don’t wallow in grief over the things that have gone wrong in your life. But keep pressing forward and remember you only live once—at least here on this earth.

Please know that I love you and I always will.

I’m so proud to be your father,

Love,

Dad

As Simmy wiped the tears from her eyes, Andi wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders.

“That was beautiful,” Simmy muttered, still staring at the words there.

“It was,” Andi agreed.

“I had no idea he knew.” She wiped more moisture from her cheeks.

Andi hugged her tighter.

A few minutes later, they all turned toward each other.

The Arctic Circle Murder Club.

She had to admit that the name had a nice ring to it.

“We made a great team for a while, didn’t we?” Andi asked as she glanced around the circle.

“I’m hoping that maybe we can continue to make a great team,” Mariella said.

“What do you mean?” Duke shifted as if suspicious of whatever she was about to say.

“I mean, I think part of the strength of my podcast was having all of our input,” Mariella said. “We each used our different skillsets in order to help us find these answers. No one can deny that. It just seems like a shame to let this talent and synergy go to waste.”

“Synergy?” Ranger said with a grunt.

“I’m not so sure I want to be a part of a murder club.” Duke took a step back, as if he was feeling a little too included right now.

Andi nudged him. “I think you would be a definite asset.”

He stared at her, his eyes burning into hers.

“How does that even work?” Duke asked after a moment. “We don’t even all live in the same area. It sounds difficult.”

“We could get together once a month,” Mariella said. “It doesn’t always have to be in the Arctic Circle either—though that could be fun. We’ll figure that out later. We can talk on the phone in the meantime. We could split the profits from the show once we got sponsorships—and I think we could all use a little extra money padding our pockets, right?”

Andi shrugged. “Iamout of a job right now.”

“Then everyone will at least think about it?” Mariella scanned each of their faces.

They all nodded and agreed to talk about it more on the way back to the trading post.

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