After leaving Stu Docherty’s house, Larkey made his way south along Fox Road, hands in his pockets, deep in thought. The air was warmer, today, a tick above forty. Soon the ice that surrounded Middle Bass Island would break apart and the larger bergs would drift slowly east toward Niagara Falls. And then the ferry would begin to run again and the island…
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