Zero Visibility
WHY WAS SHE A TARGET? Merci Carson doesn’t have a clue—but she knows she owes her life to the quiet man who roared to her rescue in his snowmobile. EMT Nathan McCormick is used to handling challenging situations, but between the unexpected blizzard that stranded the lovely student and the desperate men chasing after her, he has his hands full!Yet for Nathan, failure is not an option. Merci’s bravery and kindness challenge his guarded heart, bringing every protective instinct forward and making him start to hope for the future. Together, they could be something special—if they can solve the mystery in time.
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Why was she a target?
Merci Carson doesnât have a clueâbut she knows she owes her life to the quiet man who roared to her rescue in his snowmobile. EMT Nathan McCormick is used to handling challenging situations, but between the unexpected blizzard that stranded the lovely student and the desperate men chasing her, he has his hands full. Yet for Nathan, failure is not an option. Merciâs bravery and kindness challenge his guarded heart, bringing every protective instinct forward and making him start to hope for the future. Together, they could be something specialâif they can solve the mystery in time.
âFootprints lead off this way.â
Merci came up beside him. She touched his arm for support. âDo you suppose the other two thieves were already at the camp?â
Nathan studied the two sets of prints partially drifted over from snow. âMaybe.â They trudged forward in the darkness, heads down.
The wind had distorted the footprints, and Nathan took a guess at where they were leading. The temperature had to be hovering below zero. The wind picked up, making it even colder.
He felt a tug on his coat. âItâs getting worse. I think I need to stay closer.â
Nathan draped an arm over Merciâs shoulder as both of them put their heads down and leaned into the wind.
He only hoped they had not made a mistake. They had taken a gamble that the weather would hold. Conditions were hazardous at best. A little more wind, a few degrees drop in temperature and they would be fighting for their lives.
SHARON DUNN
has always loved writing, but didnât decide to write for publication until she was expecting her first baby. Pregnancy makes you do crazy things. Three kids, many articles and two mystery series later, she still hasnât found her sanity. Her books have won awards, including a Book of the Year award from American Christian Fiction Writers. She was also a finalist for an RT Book Reviews Inspirational Book of the Year award.
Sharon has performed in theater and church productions, has degrees in film production and history and worked for many years as a college tutor and instructor. Despite the fact that her résumé looks as if she couldnât decide what she wanted to be when she grew up, all the education and experience have played a part in helping her write good stories.
When she isnât writing or taking her kids to activities, she reads, plays board games and contemplates organizing her closet. In addition to her three kids, Sharon lives with her husband of twenty-two years, three cats and lots of dust bunnies. You can reach Sharon through her website, www.sharondunnbooks.net.
And this I pray, that your love may abound
yet more and more in knowledge and in all judgment; That ye may approve things that are excellent; that ye may be sincere and without offence until the day of Christ.
âPhilippians 1:9â10
Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
âHebrews 11:1
To my Lord and Savior who is patient with me
as I learn to âseeâ people for who they really are and respond not to appearances, but what is really in a personâs heart just as God does for me. I love you, Jesus.
Contents
ONE
Merci Carson sucked in a fear-filled breath as the car she was a passenger in swerved on the icy country road. The jumpy view through the windshield fed her panic. Her stomach clenched. She braced her hand on the dashboard.
The driver, Lorelei Frank, gripped the wheel and pumped the brakes. The car fishtailed. Lorelei overcorrected. Both girls screamed at the same time as the car veered off the road and wedged in the snow. Lorelei killed the engine, let out a heavy breath and pressed her head against the back of the seat. âThat was really scary.â
Merci sat stunned. She pried her fingers off the dashboard and waited for her heart rate to return to normal. âI wonder how badly weâre stuck.â She took in a deep breath and rolled down the window. Frozen air hit her face as she leaned out for a view of the front wheel. This high up in the mountains, there was snow almost year round. Still, it felt unusually cold for March. âIt doesnât look that bad. Maybe we can back out.â
Lorelei clicked the key in the ignition, but the engine didnât turn over. Her hand fluttered to her mouth. âOh, no.â
âTry one more time. Wasnât the engine still running when we got stuck?â
Lorelei nodded and reached for the key. She clicked it back and forth several times. Each time Merci felt as if a vise was being tightened around her heart. The bleak winter landscape only made her more anxious. If they couldnât get the car started, who would come to help them? The last car they had seen was right before they had turned off the highway to take Loreleiâs shortcut.
