He set down his duffel and zipped up his down parka. The coat had been a Christmas gift from Joe, and he was damn glad to have it now. He spotted the Mackinac Island police SUV sitting on Main Street, its exhaust pluming in the icy air. He was surprised to see Rafsky behind the wheel as he got in, tossing his duffel in the back. “Where’s the chief?” he asked. “He’s home,” Rafsky said. “He’s not a hundred percent yet. His ex-wife is still here taking care of him.” Rafsky put the SUV in gear, and they started away from the docks. Main Street was snowed over and crisscrossed with snowmobile tracks. The lamplights blinked on, a concession to the gloom of the early January afternoon. Louis had forgotten how early darkness came in winter this far north. They were headed away from town. “Where are we going?” Louis asked. “The airport.” “Why?” “To intercept Ross Chapman,” Rafsky said. “His plane lands in thirty minutes.” “How’d you get him to come up here?”
