Under The Ice: A Gus LeGarde Mystery (LeGarde Mysteries Book 9) by Lazar Aaron Paul

Author:Lazar, Aaron Paul [Lazar, Aaron Paul]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: kidnapping, amateur, family, coming of age, suspense, action, Toronto ferry art revenge upstate ny music animals dogs horses cats food cooking ice storm winter chase scenes Keuka Lake lakeside courage murder teen young adult agoraphobia alcoholism friendship ex husband abuse sexual abuse
Published: 2015-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 46

We arrived at the Toronto terminal in two hours. While waiting in the queue for Customs, I scanned the crowd. The line was long and serpentine, so as frustrating as it was, I couldn’t see everyone. There had been close to seven hundred people on board.

Johnny’s excitement grew when we headed down the stairs outside the terminal and stared at the Toronto skyline. Siegfried and I scoured the pile of luggage on the tarmac and found our bags. I flagged down a taxi and we squeezed inside, with Johnny on Camille’s lap and Siegfried in the front.

“Delta Chelsea, please,” I said to the black man behind the wheel.

He spoke with a pleasing Jamaican accent. “All dee Amedicans go dehr,” he crooned, flashing bright white teeth in the mirror.

“That so? We love it,” I said.

“Dey have dee good deals,” he said, chuckling.

I nodded. “They advertise all the time on the Rochester stations. You’d think that was the only hotel in Toronto.”

We wove in and out of traffic and finally merged onto Yonge Street. Our driver shook his colorful beaded braids and chatted nonstop. We received tips on the best shows in town and his favorite restaurants. Heading north through heavy traffic, we passed an eclectic collection of stores and restaurants. In spite of the cold, the sidewalks were filled with winter shoppers. Some vendors even braved the weather in temporary booths warmed by kerosene heaters. Vapor coated the inside windows of bakeries and coffee shops where patrons crowded to warm their hands over steaming mugs. The sun shone white on the amalgam of architectural styles. Within twenty minutes, our driver pulled up under the covered entrance to the hotel.

I tipped him well and joined the people surging around the check-in desk. Today was Wednesday. I wondered how crowded it would be on the weekend.

Siegfried and Camille stood with Johnny and Shelby off to the side, away from the milling guests. Sig held Johnny up to study the games and toys displayed in the gift shop window. A white board advertised menus. Shelby and Camille ducked inside to check out the cafeteria-style offerings.

When I finally finished checking in, Camille found the elevator and we herded the family inside. Shelby leaned against the wall in apparent boredom. Johnny pushed the button for the tenth floor, and we climbed swiftly. The boy’s eyes widened and he gripped my hand, looking up at me for reassurance.

“It’s okay, buddy. That’s the way it’s supposed to feel. Do you feel like you left your tummy on the ground floor?”

He nodded and swallowed hard. “Uh-huh.”

“Here we are,” I said, ushering him from the elevator. “Come on. Let’s find our room.”

The suite was fitted with two king-sized beds, a pullout queen-sized couch, a bathroom, and a tiny kitchenette with a refrigerator, stove, and sink. The view outside the window seemed animated, strutting colorful neon lights of Yonge Street and hundreds of people who massed on the sidewalks.

Johnny launched himself onto the closest bed and began to jump on it.

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