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About this book
Northern Alberta… 5 AM… January 3… temperature minus 40… Sheila Kinslea’s highly developed psychic senses probed the hiway ahead of her… they failed to warn her about what was lurking behind the snow drifts. Her little blue Honda traveled beneath the low hanging ice fog. She and her 12 year old daughter Jennifer were in the middle of nowhere… they hadn’t seen a farm or a building for miles. They were heading to Sheila’s first job, a newscaster at a tiny radio station in Harlan Hills which was now about an hour away… From the right-hand ditch a small girl, perhaps three or four years old, wearing thin yellow pajamas, leapt in front of the car. The Honda struck with a sickening, pulpy crush. Air-raid sirens wailing at 5am in Harlan Hills could be heard at the Hills Shopping Mall where radio station CJHH’s studio phones began lighting up. Jeff Reynolds, the station’s morning show host and program director, was thrust into chaos when the power to the mall was cut.