CHAPTER 21
The first slivers of light were creeping over
the mountains. At first Carly didn’t remember where she was. Her
grandfather shook her gently. In the Wheeler house twice as many
people as there had been the night before scurried around, and the
young girl quickly realized the situation hadn’t changed. News
footage with Carly’s face flickered on a television set from across
the room. Handheld walkie-talkie radios crackled. Two portable
cellular telephones rang simultaneously, and the shrill sounds of a
whistling teapot pierced the air. Outside the activity was even
more frantic. The driveway pulsated with constantly moving
vehicles, including an occasional police car with sirens blasting.
Several horse trailers were parked in the lot across the street,
with horses and
