The wind up here howled like something wounded. Snow spun everywhere, stinging June’s eyes. Above her, the helicopter blades slammed the air—thwack, thwack, thwack—making everything colder, louder, meaner.
June stood at the open elevator, boots slipping on frosted metal. One hand gripped the buzzing briefcase; the other, Raven’s little gun.
“Drop it, June!” Victor Vancent yelled. He was ten feet away, standing by the helicopter, suit whipping in the wind, looking ridiculous and dangerous all at once. He held up a black remote. “Game’s over. Hand me the case, or I push this button and blow the whole damn mountain.”
Her father, Silas Avery, lunged forward. Greed twisted his face. “Give it to him, June! Think of the money! We can finally leave all this behind. We’ll be rich!”
June edged b
