Donnelly.”
The dogs continued their cacophony. Alex just stared. Bronsky stared back. Alex blinked first. He stepped out, turned his head and hollered, “Lie down!” When the barking subsided he turned back to the lawyer. “State your business, Mr. Bronsky.”
“I have some good news for you.” He glanced past Alex into the interior of the cabin and took a step. “If you’ll allow me.…”
Alex didn’t move. “I said state your business.”
Bronsky shifted the briefcase and slipped the glasses into his pocket. His head turned slightly to the young man standing behind him. “I suggest we speak in private.”
Alex tilted his head toward the mechanic’s son. “Mind waiting in the boat? This won’t take long.”
The young man shrugged and turned away.
Bronsky cleared his throat again and lifted his chin. “I’m pleased to inform you that you’re the recipient of an inheritance, Mr. Donnelly. Quite a substantial inheritance, in fact, and my law firm would very much like to—”
“You’ve got the wrong guy.” Alex turned his back on the man and stepped into the cabin.
Bronsky stepped forward. “You just turned twenty-one, isn’t that right?”
Alex glanced back. “So?”
“So this sum has been held in trust until your twenty-first birthday, which—”
“My parents died when I was a baby.”
Bronsky nodded. “I know.” Digging a sheet out of the briefcase he kept his eyes on Alex. “You were born in Seattle. Your birthday was three weeks ago.” He glanced at the paper. “July 30, wasn’t it?”
Alex hesitated for another moment, then turned and pushed the door wide. “That much I know,” he said. “Watch your head.”
Bronsky ducked under the doorframe and entered the dim room. Alex watched him take it in: the rough wood table, one chair, and the small bed in the back corner; the large worn chair by the barrel stove in the other corner; the wall lined with shelves holding his few items of clothing and a number of books. Alex was suddenly aware of the smell– wood smoke with a strong overlay of tobacco, sweat and animal musk.
Bronsky placed the briefcase on the table, flipped it open, and began removing papers. “I’ll need to see a birth certificate. Then we’ll need your signature to certify that you’ve been notified. You’ll have to come to our offices and sign the rest of the papers, and be sure to bring a bank account number where the funds can be deposited.” Alex felt his neck stiffen when Bronsky lifted his head and looked at him. “Uh...you do have a bank account?”
“Yeah, I have a bank account.” He took a step toward the table. “This inheritance—where’d it come from?”
Bronsky blinked. “Your parents.…”
Alex shook his head. “If my parents left me money, why didn’t I know about it before now? You sure you’ve got the right guy?”
“Well,” Bronsky read from the paper in his hand, “are you Alexander Gabriel Donnelly, born Alexander Gabriel Perrin, 6:45 a.m., July 30, 1982 at Virginia Mason Hospital, Seattle, Washington? Is that you?”
Alex cocked his head. “I know I was born in Seattle, but—”
“Mother’s name Janis Marie Perrin, father’s name Thomas Allan Perrin?”
“I never knew their names.” Alex’s voice was so low Bronsky leaned toward him, holding out the sheet of paper.
Alex took it, stared at it, and scratched his dark beard. “This can’t be me.” He laid the page on the table.
Bronsky sighed. “Do you have a birth certificate here?”
Alex stared at him for a moment, then shook his head. “No.”
Bronsky raised his eyebrows. “You were adopted in 1985?”
“Yeah, when I was three.”
“Their names were Christopher and Anna Donnelly?”
Alex nodded. “They died when I was five.”
“That fits. Do you have any documents from the adoption?”
“No.”
Bronsky pursed his lips. “Child Welfare in Vancouver must still have them. We’ll have to verify everything, of course, but….” George smiled. “Congratulations, Mr. Donnelly. I think it’s safe to say you’re about to inherit one million U.S. dollars.”
Alex’s head jerked up. “What?”
Bronsky chuckled. “I thought that might get your attention. It appears your biological parents were rather wealthy. I believe the original amount was considerably less, but some good investments were made and interest does accumulate over twenty-one years.”
Alex shook his head. A hank of black hair fell into his eyes. He pushed it away. “But that’s...that doesn’t make any sense.”
“No, it doesn’t.” Bronsky chuckled again and reached into his briefcase. “It makes dollars. Lots of them.” He handed Alex another sheet of paper, then pointed to a line on the bottom. “Now, if you’ll sign here please I’d like to get back to Dawson as soon as possible.”
Alex stared at the paper. He took the pen the lawyer held out, but didn’t move to sign it.
Bronsky straightened. “Go ahead and read it for yourself. All it says is that you’ve been informed.”
Alex picked it up and moved toward the window. He read it twice, then signed.
Bronsky handed him a business card. “Here’s our office address, our phone number and my extension. Call if you need anything. We’ll be glad to help.” The lawyer shifted the flap of his briefcase until it closed with the soft click of the magnetic clasp. “Uh, it would be expedient if you could arrange to come to Seattle as soon as possible. We’ve been looking for you for over six months and we’d really like to close this file.”
Alex stared at the card.
“Mr. Donnelly?”
He lifted his head and frowned. “I’ve never been to Seattle. Been back, I mean.”
“We’d be happy to make all the arrangements. How soon can you be ready to leave?”
“I don’t know.” Alex looked down at the paper again. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
Alex shrugged off the surprise in the lawyer’s voice. “Maybe.”
“Oh. Well, fine, that would be fine. I’ll see if I can make the arrangements this afternoon then. I guess that means we could travel together, at least to Whitehorse,
