Chapter 10
Six kilometres up the hill from the police detachment, I see grey-bellied clouds hovering over the city of Prince George. They look like snow clouds ready to burst. I descend into the downtown core, close in on the first of several intersections, gear down, and swear. Hell if I knew a snow cloud from a rain cloud. Maybe the weatherman was right, no snow until after tomorrow when I get the new tires installed. I hope so. It rained during the night and the roads froze. Traffic creeps tentatively along on black ice.
At the bottom of the hill, I ease to a stop at the intersection of Victoria and Seventeenth. The roof of the detachment a few blocks away is now visible.
Mrs. Warner said Meshango and Lacroix are living together. How did I not know? Unless it isn't true?
It is. Serg
