it the perfect place to bring Zoe.
She caught up to her friend, who hesitated at a small outlook, gazing out across the Cascade mountain range.
Shannon eyed Zoe’s jacket. “You warm enough?”
“Sure, I’m okay.”
“Yeah, you should’ve worn my spare, matching jacket.”
“And look like a pumpkin?” Zoe eyed Shannon up and down.
Shannon smiled, then redirected her attention to the horizon.
Zoe noticed a tower in the distance. “What’s that?”
“Portage Fire Lookout. It’s ridiculously easy to get to from the Frontage trailhead. You can really see the vastness of God’s beauty from that spot.” She glanced at Zoe. “It helps to get perspective on things.”
Zoe smiled. “This is exactly what I needed to get my mind off my love life.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
“Are you having problems with Randy?”
“Who knows.”
Zoe had noticed a photo of Randy and Shannon tucked in a kitchen drawer as if it had been recently put away, out of sight. The couple looked happy, both with wide grins, although Randy’s was partially hidden by a full beard.
“Shannon?” Zoe prompted.
“He’s been acting weird lately and I haven’t heard from him since he left a few days ago to visit family in Denver.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No.” She touched Zoe’s shoulder. “We’re not going to let guy trouble spoil our fun. Come on.”
“How much farther?” Zoe asked.
“Depends how slow you hike.” Shannon winked. “Race ya?”
“Ah, come on, Shan. What are you trying to do, prove how out of shape I am?”
“You’ll thank me later when you sleep like a baby.” Shannon picked up her pace. “I packed snickerdoodles for our snack. That should motivate you.”
“With red and green sprinkles?”
“Of course!”
Before Zoe could open her mouth to demand a snickerdoodle for sustenance, Shan had reached a sharp turn up ahead and was out of sight.
It made sense that Shan could outhike Zoe, considering Shan’s job at the Mt. Stevens Resort was mostly physical, whereas Zoe’s job required hours of sitting and listening.
A woman’s scream echoed across the mountain.
“Shannon!” Zoe called.
Adrenaline coursing through her body, she rushed to get to her friend. She must have twisted an ankle or injured herself somehow. “Shannon, answer me!”
Nearly losing her footing, she took a deep breath. Slow me down, Lord. Keep me safe. If Zoe injured herself as well, she’d be no help to Shannon.
As Zoe reached the turn, Shannon darted around the corner and slammed into her. “Run, Zoe, run!” She pushed her for encouragement.
A bear, it had to be a bear, right? There was no way they could outrun a bear. Zoe had seen her share of National Geographic specials on wildlife. Would he try to eat them or—
“Stop!” a male voice said.
That didn’t sound a like a bear.
“Don’t stop, Zoe!” Shannon said.
Zoe focused on bending her knees to give her balance as she scrambled down the trail. Her pepper spray, why had she left it back at the house? Because you didn’t expect to need it out here, she told herself. She thought hikers were nice sorts of people, nature lovers, tree huggers and—Shannon slammed into Zoe from behind. Zoe slid and prayed. Please, Lord, not now, I’m not ready to end my work on earth!
With a thunk, she hit a boulder meant to guard hikers at the outlook from the steep drop below. She glanced up...
In time to see a man the size of a pro wrestler grab Shannon from behind.
“No! Let go of me!” Shannon cried, trying to pull away from him.
The guy, wearing a brown snow jacket and maroon ski mask, started dragging her away.
“Zoe, run!”
Instead, Zoe scrambled to her feet and went after them. Pay attention, Zoe. Pay attention to every detail. They were going to survive this assault and she would have to testify against this creep.
She grabbed Shannon’s arm and swung at the guy with her hiking stick. With a frustrated grunt, he threw Shannon aside and yanked on Zoe’s stick, pulling her within inches of his face.
Those eyes. She’d never forget his practically black eyes, glaring at her from behind the knit mask.
“This is not your fight,” he said in a low, threatening voice.
“She’s my best friend!” Zoe struggled to pull free.
“Then you’ll die with her.”
“Leave her alone!” Shannon charged and hit the guy shoulder to midsection. A linebacker couldn’t defend himself against her velocity, a skill Shan had learned from her two football-playing brothers.
The attacker loosened his grip and Zoe wrenched free from his hold.
“Run, Zoe!”
The man grabbed Shannon again, and she struggled against him. He started to hoist her over his shoulder, but she managed to rip off his ski mask.
His long, angular face, flushed bright red with anger, etched itself in Zoe’s brain. He was in his midthirties with a scar above his left eye.
“Let me go!” Shannon cried.
Zoe charged, more out of instinct than intellect, and in one swift motion, the giant backhanded her.
Zoe’s head snapped to the side and she stumbled back over the edge...
...into the white abyss below.
The text came in at 1:21 p.m.
Search-and-rescue volunteer Jack Monroe subtly flashed the alert on his phone to his second-in-command, Heather Bond, and excused himself from the business meeting with Brighton International. This was why he’d hired Heather: to manage his IT security business so he’d have the flexibility to leave Seattle and join a search when necessary. Depending on the mission he could be gone for days, taking up temporary
