Toby Bromberg, Romantic Times Magazine
"Bursts with suspense. The action is so intense, the writing so realistic, it's as if we are there during the search. This is a book to cause icy shivers."
Finalist, Best Novel 2002, Arthur Ellis Awards
In the remote region of Montana’s Glacier National Park known as the Devil’s Grasp, 10-year-old Paige Baker of San Francisco disappears while on a camping with her mother and father.
A multi-agency task force launches a massive search as she fights to survive in the wilderness. Time hammers against her and soon the nation is gripped by the life-and-death drama which soon involves Reed and Sydowski.
Secretly, behind the scenes, the FBI grows suspicious of Paige’s parents. Their recent history and disturbing evidence links them to a horrible unearthed secret from the past.
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The last thing Paige Baker saw before fleeing her family’s campsite was the blood dripping from her father’s ax.
Her parents had just had an argument, ending with her mom stomping off and Paige scrambling with her dog for the shelter of her tent while her father savagely chopped wood.
Inside her tent, Paige wept at the thud-thud-thud of his wrath, logs cleaving, splintering. She tried to calm herself, think of ways to make it better for her parents. But what was a ten-year-old kid supposed to do? Find her mom, talk to her? Paige began jamming things in her backpack. Her family was falling apart. She was helpless. Maybe she should try talking to her dad.
Somehow she summoned the courage to approach her father, emerging from her tent, inching toward him with Kobee, her beagle, in her arms.
No answer. His muscles contracting as he chopped.
Sweat dropped from his face, darkly blotching the neck and underarms of his gray U.S. Marines T-shirt.
“Daddy. Please. I need to talk to you.”
“Get the hell away from me and go find your damned mother!”
His fury terrified her. Kobee yelped. She hugged him tighter, standing before her father.
“Please . . . I need to talk . . .”
He steadied a log upright with his left hand, swinging the ax with his right hand.
Her pleading distracted him, the ax slipped, the blade struck his hand, blood spurted. He cursed then without warning charged at her still gripping the ax, blood webbing down the handle.
“I told you to get the hell out of my face now, goddamn it! Go see your mother!”
Paige squealed, bolting with Kobee on his leash, items spilling from her backpack as she ran down the dark wooded trail, her heart breaking. She had never ever seen her dad like this.