CHAPTER 3
Ginger almost didn’t see the car in the ditch. When she did see it, her instinct was to keep driving. To ignore any situation she couldn’t be sure of. They were only about a mile away from the correctional facility, so there was a chance that it wasn’t just tourists in the car. But potential convict or not, what if someone was hurt and needed help?
Ginger looked around her at the deep ruts where the car had skidded and gone off the road. Her 4Runner had brand-new snow tires. But she also knew that everyone who was headed to Spirit Lake for Christmas was already up there, except for her. They’d all been flown in by helicopter yesterday—one of the perks of having a boss with more money than he knew what to do with. Besides them, almost no one came up to the remote recreation area
