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THE DESCENT FROM TRUTH
Alex Bryson is patrolling Rocky Mountain backcountry in his job as a security guard when he discovers a woman with a baby wandering alone in the snow far from the nearest road. He takes them to shelter in a weekender cabin and sees a newscast that suggests the woman, Pia Ulmer, kidnapped the baby from its rightful parents and that it is the sole heir of Peru’s wealthiest and most corrupt family. Pia claims that she is the baby’s mother, and Alex doesn't know what to believe. After turning her in, he continues to struggle with his budding feelings for her and remains unsure of the true story. He becomes more and more involved until finally there is no turning back—lives are on the line. He helps Pia get free from a brutal world that values money over life, and together they devise a plan to reclaim the baby. Just when it looks like they might succeed, they discover an international conspiracy that changes the game entirely.
“Everything quiet up there?” Alex’s supervisor asked.
Seven thousand feet above sea level, the middle of the Colorado Rockies in the dead of winter, and Flanagan wanted to know if it was quiet? “Operations are normal.”
“I’m gonna be up to my ass in VIPs over here. Got the boss of bosses inbound.”
“Koenig? Why would he visit a second-rate ski resort like Silver Hill?”
“Mister Koenig to you, hotshot. Guess he wants to see what kind of place he bought. I’m putting on extra security.”
“You expecting trouble?”
“Just keeping his bodyguards happy. I figure you’re on Black Oak Ridge by now. Am I right?” To operate his cell phone, Alex had slipped off the thermal shells he wore over his gloves. The chill seeping through the kidskin liner reminded him how quickly—and dangerously—the temperature could drop. “Affirmative,” he said, anxious to wrap up the call and get moving.
“That puts you how close to the highway? Two, maybe three miles?”
“If I had wings. There's the matter of the gorge and the river.”
“Some of Mr. Koenig’s people are driving up instead of flying. Anybody wanted to whack them, they'd probably try it along that flat stretch of highway paralleling the ridge. You see or hear anything—helicopter, snowmobile, a light plane—report in.”
Alex squinted at the tracks he'd spotted moments before. Probably an elk or a deer trying to get to a lower elevation. If he mentioned them, Flanagan would order him to take a closer look.
“Bryson? You still with me, boy?”
Boy? That clinched it, screw the tracks. “If I see anything, I’ll—”
Alex pressed the End Call button. He could get away with it because physical obstructions often zapped the connection. So did distance from cell towers. His two-way radio had died a week earlier, and the phone was a temporary substitute.
Working with traveling carnivals and itinerant farm labor gangs during his teen and early adult years took Gaylon Greer up, down, and across the U.S. and introduced him to a plethora of colorful individuals who serve as models for his fictional characters. After several years as an Air Force officer and then a university professor with a Ph.D. in economics, Greer developed an interest in writing fiction and attended workshops at the University of Iowa, the University of Nebraska, and Bryn-Mawr College. He also studied with the U.C. Davis Extension program and the Algonquian Writers Group. His most recent novel, THE DESCENT FROM TRUTH is available at www.Amazon.com and other e-book retailers. Please visit Greer at www.GaylonGreer.com