Authors: Sharon Dunn
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 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.
“Footprints lead off this way.”
Merci came up beside him. She touched his arm for support. “Do you suppose the other two thieves were already at the camp?”
Nathan studied the two sets of prints partially drifted over from snow. “Maybe.” 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. “It’s getting worse. I think I need to stay closer.”
Nathan draped an arm over Merci’s 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.
Books by Sharon Dunn
Love Inspired Suspense
Dead Ringer
Night Prey
Her Guardian
Broken Trust
Zero Visibility
SHARON DUNN
has always loved writing, but didn’t 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 hasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 isn’t 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.
Sharon Dunn
Zero Visibility
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.
—Philippians 1:9–10
Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
—Hebrews 11:1
To my Lord and Savior who is patient with me
as I learn to “see” people for who they really are and respond not to appearances, but what is really
in a person’s heart just as God does for me.
I love you, Jesus.
Contents
ONE
M
erci 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. “That was really scary.”
Merci sat stunned. She pried her fingers off the dashboard and waited for her heart rate to return to normal. “I wonder how badly we’re stuck.” 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. “It doesn’t look that bad. Maybe we can back out.”
Lorelei clicked the key in the ignition, but the engine didn’t turn over. Her hand fluttered to her mouth. “Oh, no.”
“Try one more time. Wasn’t the engine still running when we got stuck?”
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 couldn’t 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 Lorelei’s shortcut.
“This is my fault.” The deep crevice between Lorelei’s eyebrows gave away the level of guilt she must be wrestling with. “I’ve only taken this road in the summer. It’s almost spring, I didn’t think the snow would be such a factor.”
“It’s okay.” Merci hoped she had been able to hide the encroaching fear from her voice. Lorelei had been kind enough to offer her a ride to her aunt’s house in Oregon for spring break after her own car had broken down finals week, two days before she needed to leave. After a stressful quarter, Merci had been desperate to see her Aunt Celeste. She patted Lorelei’s hand. Playing the blame game wouldn’t get the car on the road again. “You were only trying to get us there faster.”
“Let’s try one more time.” Lorelei’s hands were shaking as she reached to turn the key in the ignition.
Merci held her breath.
Please, God, let the car start.
Nothing. No engine noise. The car was dead.
Lorelei pulled the key out of the ignition and sat back in her seat, staring at the ceiling while she bit her lower lip. “We must have damaged something when we went off the road.”
Merci pressed her palms together. They were stranded,
but they were not without hope…not yet. They still had options.
Merci took her cell phone out of her pocket. She stared at the purple sequined cover. Who could they call? They were seven hours away from the college and six away from her aunt’s house in Oregon.
Lorelei combed her fingers through her short blond hair. “I’m not sure where I put my phone.”
If she called her aunt, she could look online for them and find out if there was a tow truck in this area that could come to get them. “I’ve got some charge left on mine.” She flipped it open. The “no service” message flashed in front of her.
Lorelei sat up and looked at her.
Merci tried to ignore that sinking feeling in her gut. She closed the phone and responded in a monotone. “The mountains must be blocking the signal.” Nobody was going to come for them.
Both women sat staring out their windows, not saying anything for a long moment.
Merci said a quick prayer and mustered up some optimism. She wasn’t giving up that easily. “Let’s see if we can dig the car out of the snow and then figure out why it won’t start.” She didn’t know much about cars, other than how to put gas and oil in, but they were running out of options.
Lorelei’s expression, that mixture of fear and despair that caused her forehead to wrinkle, didn’t change, but she shrugged and said, “Okay. What else can we do, right?”
“Exactly.” Merci pushed open her door. Strong wind assaulted her before she could get her hands into the sleeves of the lavender dress coat she grabbed off the seat. She let out a breath. The chill cut right through her even after she put the coat on. Rolling the window down had only given her a taste of how cold it was. They’d been insulated in the heated car.
The dark clouds in the sky indicated that a storm was on the way. Bad weather was not what they needed right now. They would have to work fast.
Moving both their suitcases out of the way, she checked the trunk for a shovel. Empty. Okay, so Lorelei didn’t believe in bringing tools with her. Maybe it had been her responsibility to make sure they were better equipped for emergencies. Lorelei was at least four years younger than her. Because she had paid her own way through college by working a year and going to school a year, Merci was older than most college seniors. Her own car had everything she needed for any kind of emergency, but it wasn’t running. She knew about being prepared in the harsh Northwest winters.
She closed the trunk and walked around to the front of the car where Lorelei kicked snow away from the driver’s-side tire. Merci pulled her gloves from her pocket. The snow didn’t look that deep, and only
the front tires were stuck. The back tires were still on the road.
Lorelei leaned over to examine the car tire. “Sorry, I should have brought a shovel.”
“You must have a bucket or some kind of container in the car. If so, then we’ll need something to create traction like sand or kitty litter.” As cold as it was, they weren’t going to last very long before they had to return to the car to warm up. Without the ability to run the heat, even that survival tactic wasn’t going to do them much good for long.
“I don’t think I have either of those, but I can look for something to shovel with.” Lorelei returned to the car’s backseat to search.
Merci crossed her arms over her chest. She stared at the winding path the car had taken though blowing snow had already drifted over some of their tracks. It was too far to walk back to the main road that way. Besides, didn’t all survival shows say to stay with your vehicle? Anxiety knotted her stomach all over again. Had it come to this already, thinking about how they would stay alive? Just moments before, they had been singing along to one of Lorelei’s CDs.
