Fitz took a moment between the two sets of tent flaps to shake as much snow off of his parka and pack as he could and stomp it off his boots. It was bad enough that for the second day running, he hadn"t been there to help set up the tent. He didn"t need to bring in any more of the cold than he had to.
Then he stepped into the main compartment of the tent already saying, "sorry I"m late. I wasn"t ditching you guys."
"We know," Stucki said, his usually buoyant personality tamped down to something downright serious.
"We figured you were working the case," Imhof said.
"The case?" Fitz repeated.
"Wyder. Was it an accident or what?" Imhof asked.
"I don"t know," he said, sliding his pack off his back to set it on the ground. He rolled his shoulders. Exercise and body-numbing cold were two t
