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are the chances it’s that girl from the reserve?”
    “I’m not going to speculate until we hear back from Forensic in Toronto.”
    “Billy LaBelle?”
    “I’m not going to speculate.”
    “Come on, you gotta give me something. I’m freezing my ass off here.” Gwynn was a slack, pudgy man—graceless in manner, lazy in outlook, an Algonquin Lode lifer. “Is it a homicide at least? Can you tell me that?”
    Cardinal gestured to the Sudbury team. “You wanna get in here, Miss Legault? Don’t want to say all this twice.”
    He gave them both the basic facts, no mention of murder or Katie Pine, and finished with assurances that when he knew more, they would know more. As a show of goodwill he handed Grace Legault his card. He didn’t catch any flicker of gratitude in her skeptical newscaster’s eyes.
    “Detective Cardinal,” she said as he turned away, “do you happen to know the legend of the Windigo? What kind of creature it is?”
    “Yeah, I do,” he said. “A mythical one.” He sighed inwardly. She’s going to have a field day with that. Grace Legault was a different animal than Gwynn, no ambition deficit there.
    “You finished here?” he asked Collingwood when he and Delorme were once more in the shaft head.
    “Five rolls of stills. Arsenault says to keep running the video, though.”
    “Arsenault’s right.”
    Straps of webbing had already been slung under the ice. Now, a block and tackle that was hooked up to a Honda generator was swung into position. One for the scrapbook, Cardinal thought, as the entire block was hoisted three feet above its resting place like a translucent coffin, the wasted and torn human figure trapped inside.
    Delorme murmured, “You think we should cover it with something?”
    “The best thing we can do for this girl,” Cardinal said evenly, “is to make absolutely sure that everything Forensic finds inside that ice was there before we came on the scene.”
    “Okay,” Delorme said. “Dumb idea, right?”
    “Dumb idea.”
    “Sorry.” A snowflake landed on her eyebrow and melted there. “It was just—seeing her like that—”
    “Forget it.”
    Collingwood was videotaping the suspended block of ice, stepping from side to side. He looked up from his Sony and said exactly one word: “Leaf.”
    Arsenault peered into the ice block. “A maple leaf, looks like. A piece of one, anyway.”
    The forests of the near north are mostly pine, poplar and birch. “Anybody do any sailing round here?” Cardinal enquired.
    Arsenault said, “Me and the wife were out here for a picnic last August or so. We can do a quick survey to make sure, but if I remember right, this whole little island was Jack pine and spruce. Lots of birch.”
    “That’s what I think too,” Cardinal said. “Which would tend to confirm that the murder happened somewhere else.”
    Delorme called Forensic on the cellphone to let them know they could expect the body in approximately four hours. Then they moved the remains, ice and all, down the snowy slope of the beach and into the waiting truck.
    Remains , Cardinal thought. The word was not adequate.

5
    S ERGEANT LISE DELORME HAD been clearing the decks of Special Investigations for some time, a couple of months to be exact. There were no major cases pending, but she had thousands of little details to clear up. Final notes to make. Dispositions to update. Files to archive. She wanted everything to be shipshape for her replacement, who was due to arrive at the end of the month. But the entire morning had gone by and all she’d managed to do was clear sensitive material off her hard drive.
    Delorme couldn’t wait to get going on the Pine case, even if she was in the completely weird position of having to investigate her partner. So far, it looked like Cardinal was going to keep her at arm’s length, and she couldn’t really blame him for that. She wouldn’t have trusted anyone right out of Special either.
    A phone call in the middle of the