There are plenty of ways to die in the Grand Canyon.
Forensic
geologists Cassie Oldfield and Walter Shaws investigate one way:
trouble on the canyon's Colorado River. Stranded raft. Life vests
unused. Rafters missing.
The only clue to the fate of the rafters
is a bag of pebbles caught by the bow line. Following that clue, the
geologists uncover a hellish scheme. Not only are the rafters in peril,
but the river itself is under attack.
The race to stop it takes
Cassie and Walter deep into the canyon, and onto the mighty river,
putting their own survival at stake.
āŗ RIVER RUN is the latest adventure in the Forensic Geology Series.
āŗ All books in the series are complete novels, and can be enjoyed in any order.
āThere's a
boatload of ways to die in the Grand Canyon,ā the ranger said. āBut this...ā He
did not complete the thought.
I considered,
again, the scene in front of us.
The raft nosed
the shore of the muscular Colorado River. It had been caught in an eddy, pinned
by a tree branch, its trip interrupted, the raft itself abandoned. The beach
where we stood was lightly haired with brush and bordered by a steep cliff of
hard schist. The beach was unmarked, save for our own footprints and the
churned-up sand at the downriver end where the helicopter had deposited us.
There was no
sign of the rafters.
I yanked my
attention back to the frowning ranger. In our short acquaintance, National Park
Service Ranger Pete Molina had not once failed to complete a sentence.
āBut this?ā I
asked.
āThis one's hard
to read, Cassie.ā
āYou talking
about the life vests?ā I indicated the three vests stowed in the raft.
āStarting with
the PFDs, yes.ā He added, āPersonal flotation devices.ā
I knew what PFD
meant. Life or death, it seemed. āIf the rafters went into the river without
them...ā
āThen they sure
made drowning easy.ā
Pete Molina was
head of Search and Rescue, which gave him a lot of years responding to trauma
in the Canyon. He had a round boyish face that belied those yearsātanned,
lightly weathered, thanks no doubt to that long-billed ball cap. He had already
impressed me with his vast knowledge of this river, this canyon, this
world. Born in the nearby town of Tusayan, a Grand Canyon native. This place
was bred in the bone, as he'd put it.
āPlus,ā Pete
continued, āthere's the strangeness with the bow line.ā
I nodded. The
yellow line lay in a tangle at the bow. Plus, there was the zipper baggie
pinned under the bow line. The rock chips inside the bag were the reason my
partner and I were here.
My partner
Walter Shaws and I are forensic geologists: Shaws and Oldfield, Sierra
Geoforensics, home base in California's Sierra Nevada mountains. What we do for
a living is analyze earth evidence at scenes of crimes and crises. Thirty-plus
years on the job for Walter, well weathered. Ten-plus years for me, scrupulous
about using sunscreen but nevertheless carrying my own marks from the field.
Walter turned
from studying the raft, to the ranger. āPete, what's your take?ā
The ranger
considered. āTo begin, the ignition key's in the off position, which means they
never started the motor. So let's begin ashore.ā
Walter frowned.
āHere?ā
āI doubt it.ā
The ranger indicated the lack of unfamiliar footprints on the beach. āI'd say
the raft came from someplace upriver.ā
āRunaway raft?ā
I said.
āYep, but not
like any I've ever seen. If the bow line just came untied from its anchorage,
it'd be trailing in the water.ā
āSo somebody
tossed it aboard.ā
āLooks that
way.ā
I glanced again
at the vests. āAbout the PFDs...do you get people who just don't wear them?
Careless, too many beers, whatever.ā
āWe do. But I
don't think this was a case of party animals.ā
āWhy?ā
āLook at the
rigging.ā
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