Page 28 of Icy Cold Death

She gave them the news.

“I’m staring at a dead woman,” she said, moving away from her friends to follow the woman. “She needs help.”

She was flashing between her life and her death state.

That was the last thing her friends wanted to hear.

They wanted to hear laughter.

Girl’s weekend.

Oh, and cake tasting.

“Uh, oh,” Bishop said, also unclipping from her skis to go with her friend. “I’ll follow her. Tori is about to make this vacation spicy,” she admitted.

Well, this wasn’t going to be good.

And yet, not surprising.

In their world, they seldom had a vacation from the job.

As the two women followed into the trees, they headed toward a ravine that was filled with water runoff and frozen. It was a wide one, and when they got there, a woman was sitting on the edge of the water.

“What do you see?” Bishop asked.

Tori shared.

“There’s a woman pointing at the water. She has to be in the water under the ice,” she admitted. “I think she needs our help.”

Well, shit.

Shit.

And shit.

Random found bodies and Littlemoons meant one thing.

TROUBLE.

And here she was without her badge and on maternity leave a few more days.

Because she was a cop to her soul, Bishop looked around, wanting to help too. All around them, there were trees, and this would be a well-hidden location.

Only, the ravine appeared to flow downward.

If the woman was in that part of the water, she likely came from a body of water upstream. Bishop would bet her badge on it.

This area was too remote to carry bodies so that meant her gut instinct was right.

“I’m going down there,” she said.

“Uh, Tor,” Bishop tried.

Only, it was too late.

Tori slid down the ravine, and when she got closer, the woman looked up at her.

“Hey,” Tori said.

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