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In the remote, rugged corner of Montana’s Glacier National Park known as the Devil’s Grasp, little Paige Baker of San Francisco disappears with her dog, Kobee, while on a camping trip with her family; or so her mother and father have told authorities.
A multi-agency task force launches a massive search as Paige fights to survive in the wilderness. Time hammers against her and soon the nation is gripped by the life-and-death drama.
Secretly, behind the scenes, the FBI grows suspicious of Paige’s parents. Their recent history and disturbing evidence links them to a horrible secret from the past.
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Rick Mofina is a former crime reporter and the award-winning author of several acclaimed thrillers.
The International Thriller Writers, The Private Eye Writers of America and The Crime Writers of Canada have Rick Mofina's books as being among the best in the world. His titles have been published in some 20 countries and have been praised by James Patterson, Dean Koontz, Michael Connelly, Lee Child, Tess Gerritsen, Jeffery Deaver, Sandra Brown, James Rollins, Brad Thor, Nick Stone, David Morrell, Allison Brennan, Heather Graham, Linwood Barclay, Peter Robinson, Håkan Nesser and Kay Hooper.
thirty-five. Attractive. A photographer. Looked energetic. Zander gently covered her smile with his finger, concentrating on her eyes. They betrayed something unsettled about her. Something sad. Whatever it is, Emily, you are going to tell me. Zander’s eyes then met those of Doug Baker. The teacher. The former U.S. Marine sergeant. The high school teacher. Football coach. Positions of authority. Positions of control. Did you lose control, Doug? How did you hurt your hand? What was going on in
nights. They shared stories and dolls. They cried when their mother read them Charlotte’s Web. Emily would never forget those terrifying summer storms, pounding the mountains with thunderclaps rattling the house; lightning illuminating the sky as if the Rockies were collapsing. On those nights, Emily’s bedroom door would crack open. Rachel would be standing there in the doorway holding her teddy, the lightning streaking her face. “I’m scared, Lee.” She would lift her blanket, inviting her into
pulls out a folded slip of paper with instructions to catch two butterflies and place them in the empty glass jelly jar. “Will you help me, Lee?” Rachel holds the jar while her big sister takes her hand and they go the meadow nearby. “Not too far girls,” one of the leaders called after them. The meadow is abundant with flowers, glacier lilies. Butterflies flit about them, white, pink and yellow. Emily is taking pictures of Rachel, laughing in the sun, chasing butterflies. “Look, a blue one.”
Be a psychological blanket.” “Really?” Emily sniffed. “It’s been the case in other wilderness searches for children,” Brook said. They inventoried Paige’s tent. Thornton looked around on his own. It was deduced that Paige had a sweatshirt, T-shirts, hat, water or juice boxes, fruit, granola bars, candy and a penknife. The searchers asked if Paige had any wilderness, or survival experience. What was the family situation before she got lost? Doug and Emily exchanged glances. “She was not
murdered her sister?” “No. What I am saying is look at this profoundly disturbing evidence. We have always maintained reasonable doubt permeated this case, that his conviction was based on circumstantial evidence. Now we have only hours before my client is executed. I am pleading for relief here so we can sort things…” Some seventy floors above downtown Chicago, Abe Gold and other senior partners of Cohen’s law firm were watching, with apprehension, the boardroom’s large television. “What the