In the Shadow of Denali Capa dura - 2017

"The Curry Hotel is my final stop as well." Allan reached a hand forward. "It was a pleasure, John. Thank you for your abundant insight. I'm sure my new boss will appreciate the crash course you gave me."
"It was my pleasure. You are most welcome. I hope we will see much more of one another." John clasped Allan's hand and shook it.
The train puffed and squealed as it pulled into Curry. Allan grabbed his belongings and his hat and followed John onto the platform.
A massive two-story structure dominated his view. A couple of bay windows framed the lower level on either side of the canopy denoting the Curry Hotel Depot. The broad wooden platform stretched from one end of the hotel to the other and beyond.
"Dad!" A young lady with dark hair smiled and waved from the crowd.
John chuckled and turned to him. "That's my daughter. It's nice to have a welcoming party, isn't it? Let me know if you need anything. Just ask anyone at the hotel for John Ivanoff and they'll find me." He walked away and toward his daughter.
Everything seemed to stop. Allan felt his pulse pounding in his ears. Ivanoff? John Ivanoff?
The noise of the platform died away and the world blurred around him. Several moments passed before he could see straight. The engine behind him gave a huge huff.
Off in the distance, the dark-haired lady held on to John's elbow as they walked into the hotel.
But how could this be?
Had he really just spent the day with the man responsible for his father's death?