Tiemans glanced away, controlling his anger. He was feeling the full effects of the liquor now. “Who the hell asked you?”
“Hey, watch it,” the man said.
“No, you watch it. You listen to me, mister. I devoted two years to the Arrow. Two years!” Then Tiemans paused, running out of words. “Ah, forget it. Let’s scram, Barrie.”
“I just got here.”
Tiemans stood up, took two steps, and fell flat on his face.
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STREETSVILLE, ONTARIO — 1714 HOURS (EST)The temperature dropped and large snowflakes were falling when Ben Spencer drove home from a hectic day at the Tribune. His boss, Sam Hughes, had told him to sneak out early and Spencer had taken advantage of the offer. But because the snow had tied up traffic for miles, he still wouldn’t arrive home much earlier than usual.
Driving down
