The place: the flat and frosty empty country of the Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta in western Alaska. The time: not very long ago. The hero: don't call him that. He'd hate it if you called him that. All in all, bush pilot Alex Price would rather be flying, just flying. True, he had added a private investigator's license to his commercial pilot's ticket. The state troopers can always use someone they can call "Detective" in court, and serving as an extra set of eyes and ears--or an extra gun hand--for the police made a nice change from shuttling the mail and supplies to the mines and villages throughout Bushmaster Air's territory. But that was before someone began killing a few leading citizens in the tiny villages of the delta--and the clues at the murder scenes all pointed straight to Alex's best friend. Now it's up to the bush pilot to play detective for real, before things get even worse "