Chapter 9
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
Chepi ran, slipping most of the way to her son. Noshi, bearing Sheshebens in both arms, followed, skittering and slipping over the rocks. “Are you hurt?” He asked his sobbing boy. The trunk of an old growth blue spruce had barely stopped the little body from slipping into an icy cavern. “Jesus!”
“I’m okay, Daddy.”
Chepi, pulled the boy to his feet. Turning him one way and then another she inspected him for injuries. She wiped away his tears with her gloved hand, and then hugged him so tight he gasped.
“This isn’t going to work.” Noshi said. “We’ll have to stay put. The tribe will miss us. They’ll send a search party soon…”
Northern California, Present Time
The sheriff’s office felt musky-damp and smelled moldy. “Don’t you guys ever clean? It
