![]() ![]() “Jake’s dead, too?” “We don’t know for sure that he’s dead. We’ve been wondering what’s happening up there.” Bryce succinctly outlined the situation in Snowfield. “Charlie, this is Bryce Hammond.” “Yes, sir. “Sheriff’s Department.” He had a flat, nasal voice. Charlie answered the phone halfway through the second ring. The desk sergeant on duty was Charlie Mercer, a good man who could be counted on to do precisely what he was told to do. He dialed the emergency number at his own offices in Santa Mira, by-passing the switchboard operator. But he couldn’t just walk away from Snowfield now. ![]() ![]() He wasn’t the kind of sheriff who liked to grand-stand. He was in charge of the police contingent therefore, he would be featured in all the news stories. On a personal level, Bryce’s own life would be forever changed. The pressure to find a solution was going to be unbearable. The world’s attention wouldn’t be diverted from Snowfield until the mystery had been explained. ![]()
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