He studied the tracks ahead. More blood. Did it belong to the woman who owned this wedding ring?
Another violent gust of wind snapped tree limbs and sent them flying to the ground. The snow was falling faster, accumulating so quickly that it obliterated the blood trail.
He needed to hurry, or he’d get trapped out here himself.
But the mantra he and his fellow rescue workers lived by reverberated in his head—leave no one behind.
If someone was injured and needed help, he had to find him. Or judging from the ring—her.
He jammed the wedding band in his pocket, then set out again. Another mile. Then another. Upward toward Vulture’s Point, named so because several suicides had occurred at the spot, the bodies drawing the vultures to the canyon below.
What if he was tracking someone contemplating suicide? She could have dumped the ring and then hiked toward the point. But...if so, why was she bleeding? And what about the drag marks? That indicated there was more than one person...
The storm intensified, snow thickening with each mile, the wind the kind of biting cold that stung your skin and clawed at your bones.
Finally he turned the corner past the boulder marking the rise to the point, and spotted something black. A boot? No, a dark red wool scarf...
Adrenaline churning, he took off running. The thick snow sucked at his boots, but he crossed the area and picked up the scarf. More blood drops. Indentations in the snow that looked like paw prints—no, hands digging.
He was close. He could feel it.
The flashlight fought through the blurry haze, and a minute later, he spotted a body. Facedown on the ground, body half buried in the blanket of white.
A woman.
He jogged toward her and lurched to a stop when he reached her. Long dark hair dotted with snow and ice lay in a tangled mass over the woman’s shoulders.
He sucked in a breath and stooped to see if she was alive.
Copyright © 2020 by Rita B. Herron
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ISBN: 9781488067273
48 Hour Lockdown
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