He was wearing a green blanket-lined parka, dungarees with extra wide cuffs, and heavy-duty work boots. Like we were about to go hunting, or maybe even go work on an oil rig. To complete the outfit, he was sporting an original Stormy Kromer hat, with the elastic band you can pull down over your ears if they get cold. I suppose it was exactly the kind of hat I would have imagined Roy Maven wearing, aside from his chief’s hat. As he got in, I saw that he was carrying an old-school silver thermos. Probably the same one he had brought with him his first day on the job. It went perfectly with the hat and the buzz cut underneath it, not to mention the silver flip-top lighter in his hip pocket along with the Marlboro Reds. “Good morning, Chief.” I waited until he closed the door and then I gunned it. “You’re gonna get us killed before we even leave the Soo?” “You can’t even write me a ticket. It must be killing you.” “I’m only on leave, McKnight. I can still run your ass right up the flagpole.”
