CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
HEATHCLIFFE LOOKED at the assembled group. They were all gathered in an interview room at the St. Paul Western District Police Station. Percy, Clovis, Alf, and Godric were drinking coffee from tall cardboard cups. Alastair was nursing white soda from a can. His face still had a green shade to it. “It will take us three hours, maybe longer in these conditions, to get to Eau Claire by car.” Heathcliffe told them. “The Cessna can make it in half that time, probably less.”
Alastair groaned and Clovis nudged Godric, laughing. “Maybe we should buy a tarp for Alastair’s spot.”
Godric was not amused.
“What about flight conditions?” Brita asked Godric.
“I contacted Eau Claire and they have VFR conditions so, as long as conditions are clear here when we take off I can get c
