Cover Your Tracks

Daco Auffenorde

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A Suspense Magazine Best of 2020 for Thriller/Suspense

The Best Thriller Books 2021 Action Thriller of the Year

Feathered Quill Book Awards Finalist

NPR Featured Author on Bob Kustra's Reader's Corner

“Sensational– new, fresh, suspenseful, and lead character Margo Fletcher is to die for. I loved this book.” – Lee Child

Margo Fletcher, eight months pregnant, is traveling by train from Chicago to Spokane, her childhood home. While passing through an isolated portion of the Rockies in blizzard conditions, the train unexpectedly brakes. Up ahead, deadly snow from a massive avalanche plummets down the mountain. Despite the conductor’s order for the passengers to stay seated, former Army Ranger Nick Eliot insists that survival depends on moving to the back of the train. Only Margo believes him. They take refuge in the last train car, which Nick heroically uncouples in time to avoid the avalanche. The rest of the train is hurled down the mountainside and is soon lost forever in a blanket of snow. Margo and Nick, the sole survivors, are stranded in the snowstorm without food, water, or heat. Rescuers might not arrive for days.

When the weather turns violent again, the pair must flee the shelter of the passenger car and run for their lives into the wilderness. They must fend off the deadly cold as well as predatory wild animals foraging for food. Eventually, Nick leads Margo to shelter in a watchtower atop a mountain. There, we learn that both Margo and Nick have secrets that have brought them together and threaten to destroy them.

Cover Your Tracks is a chilling story of love and hate, the devastating power of nature, and the will to survive.

Sujets

• Policier & Thriller
• Thriller
• Thrillers
• Cover Your Tracks
• Army Ranger
• Rocky Mountains
• Suspense
• Montagnes Rocheuses
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Turner Publishing Company
• Date de parution: 20 octobre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781684425525
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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COVER YOUR TRACKS
COVER YOUR TRACKS
A NOVEL BY DACO S. AUFFENORDE
TURNER
Turner Publishing Company
Nashville, Tennessee
www.turnerpublishing.com
Cover Your Tracks
Copyright 2020 Daco Auffenorde. All rights reserved.
This book or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are either products of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Cover design: Emily Mahon
Book design: Tim Holtz
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Upon Request
9781684425501 Paperback
9781684425518 Hardcover
9781684425518 eBook
Printed in the United States of America
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For my sister, Audrey Clark
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 1
A violent gust of wind rocked the passenger train as it rolled down the tracks inside Glacier National Park. The cars yanked and pulled from one side of the track to the other, zigzagging like pinballs traveling through a narrow chute. Without any apparent reason, the brakes on the train squealed, and twenty-three cars and the powerful engine kangarooed into a hard deceleration.
Margo Fletcher, who was seated toward the rear of the train inside a viewing car, tightened her seatbelt and grasped the arms of her seat. At eight and a half months pregnant, she couldn t afford a fall. Her heart rate shot into overdrive, and her baby shifted as if turning a complete somersault. Her stomach clenched as if she were experiencing a contraction. Unable to mask the pain and the worry, she groaned. She hoped the baby hadn t turned breech, prayed that she wasn t going into labor.
A sandy-haired man sitting a few seats away stood up, holding onto his seatback with only one hand for support. He was built like a pro linebacker, strong enough to keep himself upright. Are you okay? he asked her. The baby?
She nodded and looked out the window. It would be dark soon. The higher elevations of the Rocky Mountains had been visible only a few minutes ago but were now obscured by a translucent veil of snow. Before she d gotten on the train, the weather report had predicted light snow, not a blizzard.
When her stomach cramped again, she grimaced. Her neck was moist with perspiration. Surprise deluges of sweat had become common with this pregnancy.
The man continued to stare at her. She met his gaze. He d been sitting in the passenger car for almost an hour, and as far as she knew, he hadn t so much as looked her way. Not that she cared-she enjoyed the solitude.
Do you know why we re stopping? she asked. It s too early.
His hard stare made her uneasy, although she couldn t say why. More disturbing, he didn t answer her question, which meant either that he didn t know any more than she did or that what he knew wasn t good. When snow slapped the windows hard, Margo covered her face as if the wind and ice had penetrated the glass. The man looked out at the mountains and then across the aisle and down into the gulch. He was searching for something. Or assessing some risk he wanted to keep to himself.
She glanced toward the back of the car. No one else looked unduly concerned. An older couple sat three rows back. The husband seemed to be reassuring his wife, but it was impossible to hear what they were saying. Across the aisle, a group of teenagers were laughing as if they were having the time of their lives on a rollercoaster in a Six Flags amusement park.
Margo turned back around and tried to breathe, which wasn t easy given the stress of the moment and her late term. Her throat constricted. She coughed and searched for her bottled water, which was gone.
They were in the middle of nowhere, and trains didn t make routine stops in the middle of nowhere. Something must ve gone wrong, but what? Mechanical failure? Engineer error? Cattle blocking the tracks? That couldn t be right; the train wouldn t stop for an animal. My God, was another train heading toward them? Not possible, not in this age of automation.
Lightning flashed across the sky. Another onslaught of snowfall slapped the windows, and again she recoiled. She hugged her belly and glanced up at the man, who was still standing and looking out the windows. His knuckles were white from gripping the seatback. Why was he still standing there? He should ve sat down and fastened his seatbelt.
He cupped a hand over his eyes, as if shielding them from a harsh glare, then sighed loudly.
What s wrong? she asked in a quavering voice.
The shriek of the brakes intensified. The man fought to stay upright as the viewing car shook back and forth with hard jolts. In California, they d call this an earthquake. My God, what if the train derailed?
Sit down, buddy! the older gentleman behind them shouted to the man. Are you out of your mind?
My Lord! The older woman screamed.
Sir, please tell me what s wrong, Margo implored. I can t see anything in front of us.
He met her eyes, then shouted to all the passengers, People, we have a life-and-death situation. We have to get to the back of the train. Now!
What? Walk through a train that was about to careen off the track? He really was out of his mind. But he sounded so authoritative, like a cop.
What for? one of the teenagers asked.
There s no time for a debate, he said. Let s move! He looked at Margo. We have to go now if you want to live!
CHAPTER 2
W hatever was happening, Margo was not about to try to walk, not in her condition. If she fell, the baby could be harmed. That wasn t a risk she was willing to take.
Refusing to take no for an answer, the sandy-haired man held his hands out to her, bracing himself against the seat with his body. She shook her head. I can t.
Listen up, everyone, he said. An avalanche is heading down that mountain. There s no way the train can avoid it. It will bury us all alive.
Immobilized, she could only stare into his steely blue eyes. The sky lit up with bolts of electricity. The wind had become even more ferocious, and what seemed like boulders of snow bombarded their train car.
The public-address system crackled on. Ladies and gentlemen, this is your conductor. Everyone, please remain seated. Do not panic. We re making an emergency stop. The train is riding rough because the engineer is applying the emergency brakes. Perfectly normal. Please stay calm and remain seated. Doing so is the best way to avoid injuries. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated.
Don t panic? Stay calm? The last thing anyone could be feeling was calm.
We have to get to the back of the train! the man bellowed again.
Why in the world would he tell them to get to the back of the train? It didn t make sense. If they Then she understood. Getting to the back would be logical only if the train couldn t stop in time. If a snow slide hit them, the train could very well derail. Which meant that, depending on the timing of the avalanche, the back of the train was the safest place to be.
Her fear level spiked a few notches higher. Blood rushed to her head, and her ears started to pound. She hugged her belly. How she wished the act of surrounding her child with her arms would be enough to protect the baby from a potentially fatal train crash.
As an ER doctor, Margo Fletcher made a living staying calm in life-and-death situations. Some of her colleagues whispered that she was detached, a machine-she knew that. She was far from a machine, but had spent years trying to cultivate that image at work. Emotion interfered with efficiency. Now, for one of the few times in her adult life, she was paralyzed. She had no idea what to do.
She tried to take the conductor s advice- don t panic . Panic resulted in bad decisions. Panic turned otherwise good doctors into quacks.
Everyone on this train sitting like stone figurines thinks I m panicking, but it s the other way around, the insistent man said as if reading her mind. Get up and follow me. Do it for the baby.
The conductor said to stay seated. That s the only logical thing to do. Look at me. I can t afford to fall or be struck by a flying object. But what if this guy was right? If so, they could die-her baby could die. She made an imperceptible movement to stand but sat back again. If a flight attendant on an airplane had told her to stay in her seat and hunker down, she wouldn t have argued, not for a second, no matter what another passenger said. Why was she questioning the conductor?
Fear continued to immobilize her. All she could do was stare up at the man as the brakes grabbed and squealed, as the train refused to stop. How long did it take for a goddamn train to stop?
The man pointed toward the window and said, Look up there if you don t believe me.
He moved so that she could see out the window, and what she saw almost stopped her heart. Some distance ahead, massive mounds of snow were sliding down the sides of the mountain, like the earth s tectonic plates shifting and crumbling. From their relative position, the avalanche appeared to be moving in slow motion, but logic said that was only an illusion. She flashed to the tsunami that had devastated so many countries surrounding the Indian Ocean back in, when was it, 2004, 2005?
Why wouldn t the train stop?