TITLE: 'Till The Son Grows Cold
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
The winding road was dusted with just enough snow to make it deadly.
Blinking back tears of fright, Shawna banged her palm against the dashboard, cell pressed against her ear.
Damn. Dead cell zone.
She drove alone in the Colorado wilderness, on one of the blackest nights ever, surrounded by rock and the occasional pointed top of a pine. The road was abandoned except for her white rental, and someone from Satan’s motorcade who wanted to play bumper car at 4:00 a.m. Only the twin beams of her Chrysler’s headlights provided hope.
Who is this bastard? She couldn’t see the driver’s shadowy face. Keeping her left hand on the steering wheel, Shawna held the cell steady and pressed ‘9.’ Her car swerved on slick asphalt and she recovered. She followed up with 1, and another 1, and hit ‘send.’
The tiny square lit up, “CALL FAILED.”
She started over, furious. After the delayed flight, why hadn’t she stayed at an airport hotel until morning? Why? Why?
The usual reason. Not enough money.
Despair churned inside her stomach. It always boiled down to money.
Soon it wouldn’t. Her jaw tightened. After the holidays were over, she would get the two hundred thousand. He promised. Or she would call that Tribune reporter.
She called a second time.
Crrrunncch. The sedan rammed into the rear bumper harder this time. Shawna’s head snapped back and forward again, pain stabbing at her neck. The phone flew out of her hand, clattering against the glove compartment.