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Two

The snow stopped at midnight, but Laura continued to slip in and out of consciousness, unaware of her surroundings, alternately freezing and burning up with fever. Once when she woke up, she saw wolves standing in the doorway, snarling. Before she could panic, she passed out again. The next time she woke up, her sister was peering in through one of the small windows.

“Wolves, Sarah. Run,” she mumbled, then slipped back into her mental abyss.

The next time she came to, it was pitch-black, and her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth.

“Water,” she muttered, and felt around in her bed until she found her stash, knowing she had to hydrate so her internal organs would not shut down.

Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely hold the bottle, but she drank until it was gone.

Easy, honey. Too much, too fast.

She tried to sit up, but didn’t have the strength. “Cameron? Is that you?” When no one answered, she dropped her head and closed her eyes.

“I’m lost, Cameron. I’m so lost. Please, find me.”

She passed out with the empty water bottle still in her hand.

* * *

Cameron was up and dressed for the task ahead long before daybreak. When he went to the kitchen in search of coffee, the first thing he heard from the even earlier risers was that it had stopped snowing in the mountains. That meant the search would move into the air as well, which was a positive. Now they just needed to find the wreckage. He picked up a sweet roll and a cup of coffee, and sat down at an empty table to eat.

Lieutenant Clark walked in and spotted him. He, too, got a sweet roll and a cup of coffee, then walked over.

“Good morning, Agent Winger. I see you’re ready.”

Cameron wiped his mouth as he stood.

“Yes, sir.”

“I have planes about ready to go up. You can go with the air search, or with a ground crew. It’s your choice.”

“I choose ground.”

Clark nodded. “As soon as you’ve finished, I’ll—”

Cameron interrupted. “I’m ready now. Let me get my gear.”

Once Cameron returned, Clark headed for the back door.

“Follow me,” he said, and took a big bite of his sweet roll on the way out.

Large four-wheel-drive vehicles were coming into the parking lot every few minutes to unload cold, weary searchers who’d been out since the day before. Two big trucks were loading up on fuel, while other vehicles were waiting to take new crews of searchers out.

Clark flagged down one of the drivers, who was standing beside an older-model Suburban.

“Hey, Wilson, got room in there for one more?”

The driver, a heavyset woman with a shock of crimson-red hair, turned around. She eyed Cameron’s gear and backpack, and then nodded.

“Get in, but you may have to sit on that pack.”

“I don’t mind,” Cameron said, and climbed in.

The men inside shifted enough to give him legroom as he shoved the backpack in a corner, and then sat down in front of it, using it for a backrest. A few minutes later the doors slammed shut, and the vehicle began to move.

Cameron nodded cordially at the men but had no desire to visit. Still, one of them was more curious than the others and took away his decision to remain under the radar. The man leaned over, his hand extended in welcome.

“Reno Brown,” he said as he shook Cameron’s hand.

“Cameron Winger.”

“You’re not a local,” Reno said.

Cameron shook his head. “No, I’m from D.C.”

The other men in the vehicle eyed him curiously, but it was Reno who asked the pertinent question.

“That’s a far piece to come to look for a downed plane.”

Cameron nodded, but Reno wasn’t satisfied.

“Do you work for the FAA or something?”

“No,” Cameron said.

Reno waited for more, but when he figured out he wasn’t going to get it voluntarily, he smiled, shrugged and shut up.

Cameron shifted focus to a large clod of dirt beneath a seat that was turning into mud from the snowmelt next to it. They rode for almost an hour before the vehicle began slowing down.

“I guess we’re there,” Reno said.

A few moments later the doors opened.

“Leave your sleeping gear in the big tent, and if we’re lucky, you won’t need it,” Wilson said as the searchers began getting out.

“From your lips to God’s ears,” Reno said, and strode toward the waiting snowmobiles.

Cameron was right behind him.

“We ride in pairs,” Reno said. “The driver makes sure we don’t fall off the mountain. The rider looks for wreckage.”

Cameron stopped. He was anxious to search but didn’t want to waste time watching where they were going. He wanted to watch for signs.

“I know the area. Want to ride with me?” Reno asked.

Cameron nodded as he followed the men inside.

The on-site quarters consisted of a very large tent with at least three dozen cots set up. Another radio operator was on-site to monitor updates from the air searchers and pass info on to the ground crew. Extra food and fuel were stacked in any available free space.

The terrain was heavily wooded, with at least four, maybe five, inches of fresh snow, and it all looked alike. He left his gear beneath one of the cots and was second-guessing his decision to go with the ground search when Reno arrived carrying a handheld GPS.

“I’ve got our search coordinates entered in here. They said the temps went down to five below last night. If we don’t find the wreckage today, we’ll go from rescue to retrieval.”

“Shut the hell up,” Cameron said shortly.

Reno blinked and then gave Cameron a closer look.

“Sorry, man.”

Cameron sighed. “No, I’m sorry. Look, this is personal. My girlfriend is one of the missing passengers.”

Reno frowned. “Well, hell, I’m sorry all over again. So let’s get going. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

Cameron held out his hand. “Can we start over?”

Reno smiled. “I’m Reno Brown.”

“Cameron Winger.”

“Nice to meet you, Cameron. You know what to look for out there?”

“Yes.”

Reno handed Cameron a helmet.

“Then off we go,” he said.

They put on the helmets as they moved toward the parked snowmobiles, and one by one, the searchers took off, moving toward the new grid pattern. Once the official search began, Reno Brown’s affable manner disappeared. He was all business as he wove through the thick growth of trees with steady skill.

Their arctic gear was welcome protection against the high-altitude cold, but it also made Cameron conscious of what the passengers in the downed plane would be enduring. He kept his gaze focused on the trees, looking for signs of broken treetops or a snow-covered shape that did not fit in to the surroundings.

The noise of so many engines startled an elk, and it bolted out of hiding and across a small meadow. Cameron watched it bound through the snow then disappear back into the forest.

The sun was bright, which made looking at the vast expanse of snow painful. The dark glasses they were wearing helped deflect the glare, but within a couple of hours he had a dull ache behind his eyes anyway.

The radios in their helmets made communication easier, but it was sparse and depressing. When they finished the search of their first grid, the crew stopped long enough to put new coordinates into their mobile GPS systems and discuss the situation.

As the day rolled on, Cameron’s hopes began to fade. When he figured out that getting a signal for a cell phone up here was next to impossible, it alleviated one fear he’d had: that the reason no one had called for help was because they were all dead.

They stopped just after three to refuel. Reno was eating an energy bar and Cameron was relieving his thirst when they received word from air search of a possible crash site a couple of miles north of their present location.

The urgency of the situation had just risen.

Reno thumped him on the shoulder as he headed for their ride.

“Let’s go get this done,” he said.

Moments later, the snowmobiles and their riders were speeding off in a new direction, desperate to reach the target location before dark.

* * *

Laura was alive between one world and the next, waiting to see who came for her first. Once she saw her mother standing beneath a snow-covered tree, but when she suddenly disappeared, Laura felt abandoned. Then she saw Dan and Marcy in the distance and called out, wanting them to wait, but they were too far away and didn’t hear her. She didn’t understand why everyone was leaving her behind. She was cold and hurt. Why wouldn’t they help? Why wouldn’t they take her with them?

Twice she thought she heard voices and pushed the covers aside each time, crying out in relief.

“Here! I’m here!”

But no one came to help, and the wolves were back. She could hear them digging and yipping, trying to get in.

“Go away,” she mumbled, and then started to cry. “Cameron, please find me. Why can’t you find me?”

A wolf howled.

She pulled the coats back up over her head as her fever pulled her under.

* * *

The vista spread out before them as Reno topped a small rise. From this angle Cameron could see the downward slope of the land, as well as a startling anomaly. Despite the snowfall, there was a very visible and distinct path of broken treetops below.

He thumped Reno on the shoulder and pointed.

“There! Look there!”

Reno nodded, then swung the snowmobile to the left and accelerated, using the radio in his helmet to alert the others to their find.

Cameron’s heart was hammering.

We’re coming, Laura. We’re coming, baby. Don’t give up on us yet.

When they began to see debris, Cameron felt sick. The worse the destruction had been to the plane, the less protection they would have had from the elements. There was a piece of a wingtip caught in a large stand of pines, and an entire wing lay on the ground a few yards farther on. Despite the snow, the heavy tree growth had partially protected it, leaving most of it visible, but they still hadn’t found the plane.

Cameron’s heart was pounding as Reno began confirming their find. All of a sudden the radio traffic that had been almost nonexistent was loud and rapid in his ears.

When they came up on the main crash site and saw the plane, the sound of their engine sent a pack of wolves running.

Cameron groaned. As if the crash itself wasn’t enough to weather.

Between the wind and the wolves, enough snow had been dug or blown away from the fuselage for him to see that it was intact.

Reno wheeled the snowmobile into a vacant space between some trees and killed the engine. He was on the radio, alerting headquarters that they’d found the wreckage, but Cameron had abandoned his helmet and was already off and running.

The doors were half-buried in snow, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t get them open. He began circling the plane, and as he rounded the nose and saw the dead pilot through the shattered windshield, his legs went weak.

Reno ran up behind him with a crowbar in his hands.

“The doors are jammed,” Cameron said, then crawled up on the nose section of the plane. “Throw me the crowbar!”

Reno gave it a toss.

Cameron caught it in midair and then used it to hammer at the shattered windshield until it gave way, exploding inward into thousands of tiny pellet-like pieces.

Reno saw the pilot as he crawled up beside him.

“Oh, hell,” he said softly.

Cameron handed off the crowbar and then climbed inside, but when he tried to open the door to get into the cabin, it wouldn’t budge.

“What’s wrong?” Reno said as he climbed inside with him, the crowbar still in his hand.

“Something’s up against the door,” Cameron said. “Probably debris.”

“Here, let me help,” Reno said, and together they threw their weight against it until it began to give.

That was when they realized it wasn’t debris blocking the door. It was bodies. Cameron saw a man’s leg and shoe first and kept pushing, but as the door opened farther and he saw a woman’s ankle and shoe, his heart sank.

God, please, God, no.

One more push and all of a sudden they were in.

Once Cameron stepped over the bodies and into the main cabin, he went weak with relief when he realized the deceased woman was a brunette. Laura was blonde.

Reno felt for a pulse, then shook his head. “They’re both gone. Is this your girl?”

“No,” Cameron said, and then looked through the debris toward the back of the plane. “Someone has cleared a path through here.”

The sound of approaching snowmobiles became apparent.

“The others are arriving. I’m going to try to open a door from the inside,” Reno said, and took the crowbar toward an exit door as Cameron began wending his way toward the tail section.

It wasn’t far. There weren’t that many seats in the private jet. He should have been able to see her, but he couldn’t.

“Laura, where are you?” he yelled, and began turning over boxes and suitcases as he went.

It took him a few moments to realize that all the suitcases were empty, but there weren’t any pieces of clothing strewn about, and that was when it hit him. Someone had emptied the contents to stay warm, which had to mean Laura had survived the crash! When he saw the big pile of clothes, he leaped toward it, frantically calling her name.

* * *

Laura was standing in a sunlit meadow, waiting. All she knew was that someone was coming to get her and she had to be ready. The breeze was warm on her face. The air smelled rain-fresh clean, and when someone began calling her name, she stepped forward. He was here! She didn’t know where they were going, but she was ready to leave.

The voice was nearer. Laura. Laura.

“I’m here!” she cried, and then all of a sudden the sun went behind a cloud and the wind grew cold. She cried out, “Help me!” and then felt a touch on her face, then at her neck. “I’m ready,” she said, and let go.

* * *

“Is that your girl?” Reno asked, as Cameron was feeling for broken bones.

“Yes, this is my girl, and she’s alive,” Cameron said, unashamed of the tears on his face.

Suddenly the plane was filled with searchers.

“Radio for a medevac! We have a live one!” Reno shouted while Cameron continued to assess her injuries.

She was burning up with fever, which meant infection and possibly internal injuries. He found the first-aid kit beside her, and when he began examining her body, discovered the ACE bandages she’d wrapped around her rib cage, the gash in her head and the wound on her leg. She’d tried to doctor herself, but it was obvious she was in dire need of more extensive care.

“A chopper’s already in the area. They’ll be here within minutes,” Reno said as he dropped to his knees beside Cameron. “Looks like she was trying to patch herself up.”

“She works for the Red Cross,” Cameron said, remembering all the times he’d seen her working tirelessly, helping others in times of disaster. This time she was the one in need.

Reno eyed the nest she’d made of all the clothes, and the little food and water stash beside her.

“Looks like she’s quite a survivor,” he said.

Laura moaned.

Cameron cupped her cheek. His voice was steady, but his hands were trembling.

“Help is coming, baby. Hang on.”

Her lips were cracked and bleeding from the cold, and her long blond hair was bloody and matted, but she’d never looked as beautiful to him as she did right now.

“Help?”

When he heard her voice, he reached for her hand. “Yes, Laura, help is here, baby. We found you.”

Her eyelids began to flutter, and then she opened her eyes.

“Cameron?”

“Yes, honey, it’s me.”

A frown rippled across her forehead.

“Are you real?”

He gave her hand a slight squeeze.

“I’m real, and we’re here to take you home.”

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

“They’re dead. They left without me.”

He leaned down and kissed the side of her cheek, so overcome with emotion his voice was shaking.

“I’m really glad you waited for me to find you.”

She blinked so slowly that he thought she was passing out again, and then all of a sudden her eyelids flew open.

“The wolves...have to hide.”

“No, baby, they’re gone,” Cameron said.

She clutched his arm in sudden panic. “No. They dig. They’ll find me.”

Cameron looked over his shoulder, then shouted at Reno, “Where’s that chopper?”

“On approach,” Reno said.

Cameron cupped Laura’s cheek. “The medics are here. They’re going to take you to the hospital.”

A visible surge of panic swept through her as she clutched his sleeve tighter.

“Might die. Need to tell you—”

Cameron’s stomach rolled. “You are not going to die, do you hear me, Laura?”

“—to tell you I love you.”

He swallowed past the lump in his throat, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I love you most.”

The familiar words brought tears, and then her eyes rolled back in her head.

“They’re here!” Reno called, eyeing a pair of medics as they came through the trees carrying a backboard and a stretcher.

Cameron patted her arm and then began looking through the stuff she’d gathered around her. He saw her purse and put it beside her so the medics would take it. Laura knew her job well and always traveled with a copy of her medical history and prescriptions. When he moved it, he saw four cell phones lying beneath it and groaned, imagining her panic and frustration at having so much technology in her hand and none of it working. He tossed her cell phone in her purse and left the others behind.

Then all at once the medical team was there. He moved aside, watching as they stabilized her neck, started an IV to push fluids and then rolled her onto the backboard, taking precautions even though it was obvious she had been mobile. After Cameron’s insistence and a brief explanation, they strapped her purse on with her.

“Where are you taking her?” Cameron asked as they headed out the door.

“University of Colorado Hospital in Aurora,” an EMT said.

Cameron followed them out. Unwilling to let her go, he helped carry her through the snow to the open meadow where the chopper had landed. He wanted to go with her, but once he saw how small the chopper was, he didn’t even ask.

She was still unconscious when they strapped the stretcher down inside the chopper. As they began lifting off, the air filled with wasplike shards of icy snow. Cameron turned away to protect his eyes, and when he looked back again, they had gained enough altitude that they were already heading back.

He watched until the chopper was little more than a speck, and then ran to catch up with the others. The search teams were in the process of leaving. The bodies and the wreckage belonged to another kind of team. Armed guards were standing by until the authorities came to remove the bodies. Then the NTSB would show up to recover the plane.

He looked around for Reno, saw him standing near their snowmobile and moved as fast as he could to get there. “Are you getting ready to leave?” he asked.

“Yeah. We need to hurry. Night’s coming, and we don’t want to be out here on snowmobiles after dark.”

“When we get back to camp, will anyone be going back down the mountain?”

Reno shrugged. “They may wait until morning to break camp, but we can ask.”

One thing at a time, Cameron thought, and climbed on.