Deception

Excruciating pain stabbed across her shoulder and back. Her body suddenly jerked and her forward momentum stopped. Something had caught her. Wrenched her from the river’s grasp.

Stunned, recoiling in pain, Jewel twisted around. A branch from the fallen trunk had snagged and cut her deeply, but had saved her life even as it had wounded her. She held on with everything in her.

This was the chance she’d been hoping for. She wouldn’t lose it. After coughing up more water, she dragged in air and allowed a measure of relief to set in. Now to pass the next test.

This was no time to rest. She had to get out of the river.

She gripped the slick trunk and pulled herself up, higher out of the water until only her legs were beneath the surface. Slowly, she inched toward the bank.

Her left hand slipped, and she let out a cry as she slid deeper into the water. But she reached again, grappling with another branch to keep from slipping completely back into the river’s grasp. If only she weren’t already so weak from her injuries and exhaustion.

Finally, she reached the rocky outcropping of boulders hugging the bank and pulled herself out of the river completely. Laying flat across a slick boulder, Jewel rested her gaze on the swift river and its endless push toward the deeper waters of the channel.

I made it out. Thank You, Lord.

Jewel rallied and pushed to her knees to climb over more boulders. Every ache, every bruise, every scratch and sprain screamed in agony as the numbing power of cold water that had served as an anesthetic now seeped away.

Free of the rocky edge, Jewel crawled until the river was no longer a threat and fell face forward into the mossy loam. She clung to the dirt, breathed in the earth. She’d made it this far, and she would be grateful for small things.

She wouldn’t think about getting out of the wilderness. Maybe by now Meral and Buck would have reported her missing.

How long would they wait until they called for help? How long would it take that help to find her?

Terror snaked over and around her like a living, deadly vine and squeezed. It would crush the life out of her if she let it. She shoved her growing fear down and focused on surviving. She’d escaped the river and would draw confidence from that.

But it wasn’t just nature she had to contend with. Another danger loomed out there somewhere. Someone had pushed her into the falls. They could still be out there.

Had they watched the river carry her away? Were they tracking her now, on the verge of approaching to finish her off?

The pain in her back throbbed in rhythm with her innumerable other injuries. If the person who’d tried to kill her found her here now, nearly incapacitated after fighting and surviving Dead Man Falls and the river, Jewel wasn’t sure her self-defense classes would do her a bit of good.

But she held on to the hope they believed she had drowned in the falls as per their intent.

Since Tracy—her friend and previous employee at Jewel’s Bed and Breakfast—had dealt with a vicious stalker about two years ago, a visceral fear had taken over Jewel, a dread that followed her everywhere with the awareness of just how easily danger could get close. It had taken them all far too long to realize that the stalker, who had hidden his appearance from Tracy, had actually been staying as a guest at the B and B.

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?”