Jewel had taken the self-defense classes, hoping to instill confidence in her ability to protect herself and to push away fear. Yet now that fear twisted deeper, hooking her full and well.
If help didn’t arrive soon, Jewel would have to spend the night here and rest before she could find her own way out. She crawled forward and into the brush to hide, hoping it would be enough camouflage if the person who’d tried to kill her came looking.
All Chief Colin Winters wanted to do was take the week off. The month. Or maybe even the whole year. What would it feel like not to answer a phone? Not to have an endless list of problems vying for his attention?
But when his cell rang and he spotted the fire chief’s number, he answered.
“Winters.” Something in David Warren’s voice had Colin on edge.
“What is it?”
“It’s Jewel Caraway.”
Colin’s heart seized up. He couldn’t speak.
“She went into the river at Dead Falls Canyon.”
As police chief, Colin was trained to push down the panic and act. But at this news he couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He pressed his hand against the wall for support. “Is she...”
“Someone called the state troopers, and we have an incident number. North Face Mountain Search and Rescue is on the scene, and I’m calling you. I knew you’d want to know immediately.”
Colin heard the meaning behind David’s words. David was aware that Colin thought Jewel was a special woman. They all did.
They hadn’t found a body, but his relief was short-lived. Dead Man Falls deserved the name.
Colin had already exited his office and was making his way to the back door to get into his Jeep.
“We’re meeting at the trailhead by the mouth of the river.”
Sherry, the dispatcher, called after him. “Chief! Chief!” He ignored her.
“I’m on my way,” he spoke into the phone.
When he plowed through the back door, a truck screeched to a stop in the parking lot.
“I figured you would be.” David leaned out the open window.
Colin shoved his cell in his pocket and climbed in. He’d let the new fire chief drive. Though he was anxious to get to the river and be part of the search, his hands trembled. He wouldn’t be any good at the wheel. Nor did he want David to see how he was struggling with this news. It hit him much too personally when he had no right.
David swerved out of the parking lot and onto Main Street, going over the speed limit, but Colin wasn’t about to stop him. This was an emergency.
“You doing okay?” David glanced his way intermittently.
Colin barely nodded. “What happened? Do you know?”
“According to Tracy, she went hiking with her sister and brother-in-law. I don’t know what happened or how she fell in.”
“She’s a skilled hiker. Knows what she’s doing.” So how did this happen? He couldn’t reconcile this with what he knew about her.
“I hope she’s a better swimmer,” David said.
Colin thought he would be sick. God, please let her survive.
But it seemed impossible.
Twenty aching minutes later, David parked his truck at the boat dock. Colin hopped onto the Warren family boat. Others from the North Face Mountain Search and Rescue team had already left for the scene. But David, who was on the team, too, had stayed behind, knowing Colin would want to be there.
“Thanks, David.”
David started up the boat. “For what?”
“For waiting. For taking me there.”
“Of course. You’ve saved my skin countless times. You were the one to figure out who had put Tracy in danger.”
All part of the job. “Still, I appreciate it.”
“I knew you’d want to help find Jewel.”
The wind whipped over his face as the boat sped away from Mountain Cove. Colin stared ahead, going through all the possible scenarios in his mind, except the worst-case scenario. He couldn’t think about finding Jewel’s body.
The boat ride took far too long, and he was glad others had gotten to the trailhead and started the search before he and David arrived. Kayaks and other boats rested along the shore, all empty, all except one. Cade Warren—David’s brother—stood on the deck hovering over maps. Colin followed David over to the boat and climbed aboard to speak to Cade, who was in charge of the search at the ICC, or Incident Command Center.
“Anything?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Tracy’s here with Solomon,” Cade said. “You knew that, right?”
David straightened. Grinned at his brother. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Jewel means the world to Tracy. Solomon’ll find her.”
Colin wasn’t surprised to hear the news. David’s wife, Tracy, was trained at search and rescue, as was her dog, Solomon. Plus, she used to work for Jewel at the B and B until the twins came along, and had a close relationship with her employer. It made sense that she’d rush out to help as soon as she learned what had happened.
“Where are they?” Colin asked.
Cade pointed at the map. “Sent them off here to search the riverbank. Later, we’ll be looking...”
When Cade glanced up at Colin, he let his sentence trail off. He was glad Cade decided not to finish. He didn’t want to think about dredging the river or this channel for a body. He was glad he wasn’t in charge of the search.
Hopping off the boat and onto the small deck, he left David and Cade behind.
“Winters! Where are you going?”
“What do you think? I’m going to look for Jewel.” He marched up the trail.
He didn’t have time for pleasant conversation.
“Hold up.” David left Cade behind to follow and jogged up to him.
Colin didn’t wait for him, hiking up a few yards, then veering off into the forest to the left toward the river. That raging, deadly river.
David gripped his arm.
