Tess Gerritsen - Ice Cold

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New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen's relentless, inventive novels take readers on pulse-racing thrill rides that are as satisfying as they are heart-stopping. Now, in this edge-of-your-seat suspense novel, a mysteriously isolated town stands abandoned as a silent watcher waits.
In Wyoming for a medical conference, Boston medical examiner Maura Isles joins a group of friends on a spur-of-the-moment ski trip. But when their SUV stalls on a snow-choked mountain road, they're stranded with no help in sight.
As night falls, the group seeks refuge from the blizzard in the remote village of Kingdom Come, where twelve eerily identical houses stand dark and abandoned. Something terrible has happened in Kingdom Come: Meals sit untouched on tables, cars are still parked in garages. The town's previous residents seem to have vanished into thin air, but footprints in the snow betray the presence of someone who still lurks in the cold darkness – someone who is watching Maura and her friends.
Days later, Boston homicide detective Jane Rizzoli receives the grim news that Maura's charred body has been found in a mountain ravine. Shocked and grieving, Jane is determined to learn what happened to her friend. The investigation plunges Jane into the twisted history of Kingdom Come, where a gruesome discovery lies buried beneath the snow. As horrifying revelations come to light, Jane closes in on an enemy both powerful and merciless – and the chilling truth about Maura's fate.

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Nothing about this day had turned out the way Maura had expected. If only we’d ignored the GPS and followed the map, she thought. We’d be at that lodge right now, sipping wine in front of a fire. If only I’d turned down Doug’s invitation in the first place, I wouldn’t be stuck with these people at all. I’d be back in my own hotel, warm and safe for the night. Safety was the option she almost always chose. Safe investments, safe cars, safe travel. The only risks she’d ever taken had been with men, and every one of those had turned out badly. Daniel, and now Douglas. Note to self: In future, avoid men whose names begin with D. Aside from that, the two men were nothing alike. That had been Doug’s charm, the fact that he was wild and a little reckless. He’d made her want to be reckless as well.

This is the result, she thought as she stumbled down the mountainside. I’ve let an impulsive man lead me into this mess. Worst of all, he refused to acknowledge how serious their predicament was, a predicament that only seemed to be worsening. In Doug’s sunny world, everything was always going to turn out okay.

The light was starting to fade. They’d been walking at least a mile now, and her legs felt heavy as lead. If she dropped right here from exhaustion, the others might not even hear it. Once darkness fell, no one would be able to find her. By morning, she would be covered in snow. How easy it was to disappear out here. Get lost in a snowstorm, vanish beneath a drift, and the world would have no idea what became of you. She had told no one in Boston about this overnight jaunt. For once, she’d tried to be spontaneous, to jump aboard and enjoy the ride, as Doug had urged her. And it had been her chance to put Daniel out of her mind and declare her independence. Convince herself that she was still her own woman.

Her shoulder bag slipped off, sending her cell phone tumbling into the snow. She snatched it up, brushed away icy flakes, and checked the reception. Still zero bars. Useless piece of junk out here, she thought, and turned it off to conserve the battery. She wondered if Daniel had called. Would he become alarmed when she didn’t return any of his voice mails? Or would he think she was purposefully ignoring him? Would he simply wait for her to break the silence?

If you wait too long, I could be dead.

Suddenly angry at Daniel, at Douglas, at the whole miserable, screwed-up day, she attacked the final drift and charged ahead like a bull through hip-deep snow. She staggered out of the drift and followed the others onto level ground, where they all halted to catch their breaths, gasping out frosty clouds. Snowflakes fluttered down like white moths and landed with soft tick-ticks.

In the deepening gloom, two rows of identical houses stood dark and silent. All the buildings had the same sloping rooflines, the same attached garages, the same porches, even the same porch swings. Right down to the number of windows, the houses were eerily perfect clones of one another.

“Hello?” Doug yelled. “Is anyone here?”

His voice echoed back from the surrounding mountains and faded to silence.

Arlo shouted: “We come in peace! And we bring credit cards!”

“This isn’t funny,” said Elaine. “We could freeze to death.”

“Nobody’s going to freeze to death,” said Doug. He stomped up the steps to the covered porch of the nearest house and banged on the door. He waited a few seconds and banged again. The only sound was the creak of the porch swing, its seat frosted with windblown snow.

“Just break in,” said Elaine. “This is an emergency.”

Doug turned the knob, and the door swung open. He glanced back at the others. “Let’s hope no one’s waiting in there with a shotgun.”

Inside the house, it was no warmer. They stood shivering in the gloom, exhaling steam like five fire-breathing dragons. The last gray light of day was fading in the window.

“Does anyone happen to have a flashlight?” asked Doug.

“I think I do,” said Maura, hunting in her purse for the mini Maglite she always carried while on the job. “Damn it,” she muttered. “I just remembered I left it at home. I didn’t think I’d need it at a conference.”

“Is there a light switch somewhere?”

“Nothing on this wall,” said Elaine.

“I can’t find any outlets at all,” said Arlo. “There’s nothing plugged in anywhere.” He paused. “You know what? I don’t think this place has any electricity.”

For a moment they stood without speaking, too demoralized to say a word. They heard no clocks ticking, no refrigerators humming. Just the vacuum of dead space.

The sudden clang of metal made Maura jump.

“Sorry,” said Arlo, standing near the hearth. “I knocked over one of the fireplace tools.” He paused. “Hey, there are matches here.”

They heard the whick of a match head being struck. In the flickering light of the flame they saw firewood stacked by the stone hearth. Then the match went out.

“Let’s get a fire going,” said Doug.

Maura remembered the newspaper she’d bought at the gas station and pulled it out of her purse. “You need some paper to get it started?”

“No, there’s a pile right here.”

In the darkness, they heard Doug rummage for kindling, crumpling newspapers. He struck another match and the paper caught fire.

“Let there be light,” said Arlo.

And there was. And heat, too, blessed waves of it as the kindling lit. Doug added two logs to the fire and they all moved close, savoring the heat and the cheery glow.

They could see more of the room now. The furnishings were wood, plain and simply made. A large braided rug covered the wood floor near the hearth. The walls were bare, except for a framed poster of a man with coal-black eyes and a thick mane of dark hair, his gaze turned reverently toward the heavens.

“There’s an oil lamp here,” said Doug. He lit the wick and smiled as the room brightened. “We’ve got light and we’ve got a nice pile of wood. If we just keep that fire going, it should start to get warm in here.”

Maura suddenly frowned at the hearth, which was still littered with old ashes. The fire was burning cleanly, the flames leaping up like jagged teeth. “We didn’t open the flue,” she said.

“It seems to be burning okay,” said Doug. “There’s no smoke.”

“That’s my point.” Maura crouched down and looked up at the chimney. “The flue was already open. That’s weird.”

“Why?”

“When you close down your house for the winter, wouldn’t you normally clean up the old ashes and close the flue?” She paused. “Wouldn’t you lock your door?”

They were silent for a moment as the fire burned, consuming wood that hissed and popped. Maura saw the others glance nervously around at the shadows and knew that the same thought must be going through their heads. Did the occupants ever leave?

Doug rose to his feet and picked up the oil lamp. “I think I’ll check out the rest of the house.”

“I’m coming with you, Daddy,” said Grace.

“Me, too,” said Elaine.

Now they were all on their feet. No one wanted to be left behind.

Doug led the way down a hallway, and the oil lamp cast moving shadows on the walls. They entered a kitchen with pine floors and cabinets and a wood-burning cookstove. Over the soapstone sink was a hand pump for drawing well water. But what drew everyone’s attention was the dining table.

On that table were four plates, four forks, and four glasses of frozen milk. Food had congealed on the plates-something dark and lumpy alongside concrete mounds of mashed potatoes, all of it coated in a fine layer of frost.

Arlo poked a fork at one of the dark lumps. “Looks like meatballs. So which plate do you suppose was Baby Bear’s?”

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