Stropko walked in after tossing the last unruly customer of the night. 
“Amateurs” he said. The ex-hockey star, settled into the role of a chef and fiancée was tired of dealing with the kids that came through his bar every night. He stared out at the lake and wondered at the coming storm. It was unusual for this time of year. Then he noticed the strange man walking along the pier. The harpoon gun sat comfortably in his left hand. His eyes squinted…the man looked dangerous…and oddly pigeon toed…