Cold Fear by Rick Mofina

Author:Rick Mofina [Mofina, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Fiction, General, C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780786012664
Publisher: Pinnacle
Published: 2001-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-SEVEN

FBI Special Agent Tracy Bowman watched the helicopter’s blinking strobe lights shrinking, vanishing into the dusk after Zander and Doug Baker left the command post.

She would leave later on the last flight before nightfall.

Bowman scanned the mountains, feeling the temperature drop. She pulled her jacket tighter and bit her lip. She reviewed everything so far.

What had befallen this family?

Emily had tried to escape her torment by crawling into her daughter’s tent. A tense calm descended upon operations. No sounds could be heard, except for the low crackle of radio traffic as searchers throughout Grizzly Tooth prepared to dig in for the night. Each of them privately tabulating the time and conditions surrounding Paige Baker’s disappearance, then calculating her odds of survival. Coming up on sixty hours. Not good.

Snow and rain were forecast for part of the night.

Suddenly, Bowman felt alone. She had not talked with her Mark since rushing here. She took an FBI satellite phone, went to the edge of the campsite, called her home in Lolo. It had been, what? Two days? No, one. It felt like a lifetime. She just needed to hear his voice.

No answer at her home. She dialed the home number of her friend, Roberta Cara.

“Roberta, it’s Tracy. I can’t talk long. How is everything?”

“Fine, but you sound funny.”

“It’s a satellite phone, wait a beat before answering. I’m on a mountain in Glacier. How’s Mark?”

Roberta counted one Mississippi.

“He’s fine. He’s here. We tried to call you on your cell. He wanted to stay at our house with the boys. Lord, I pray they find that little girl. Wait, I’ll put Mark on.”

Static, beeping, commotion, overhearing Roberta, explaining how the phone worked, then Mark. “Hi Mom. You’re really on a mountain. Cool.”

“Hey there, Marshal. Yes, I am. You having fun?”

“Yeah. I saw you on the TV news. In the background walking with some people. How long before you’re done, Mom?”

“Hard to say. Are you taking your medicine?”

“Yup. And Lance is teaching me how to whittle with a penknife.”

“You be careful with that knife. I’ll be home as soon as I can, but I got to go. I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom. Hope you find the little girl.”

Bowman felt a bittersweet rush of warmth and heartache pass through her. Sitting on the mountain miles from Mark, cradling the phone, she counted her blessings, gazing upon the tent where Emily wept as wind rustled its walls.

What happened to this family?

Bowman felt Emily was on the brink of opening up to her. She was learning more about her past, her childhood in Montana. If she could only get her to continue talking so she could pull the curtain back on the truth of what happened out here. The clock was ticking. It was critical.

Succeed here and she could move Mark to Los Angeles and better treatment. Did she even know what she was doing? Was she handling Emily Baker the right way? Zander gave her no indication. He was icy. “Keep pushing it, Bowman.” Why was he

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