From the Back Cover
James shook the misplaced feeling off. "I'm looking for my son."
The man pulled a box of file folders closer to him. "What is his last name?"
The man selected a folder and scanned the contents. "We don't have anyone by that name listed."
It had to be a mistake. "You're sure?"
"I'm sorry, sir. No one by that name has registered with us."
James took a deep breath. "What does that mean?"
"It means he did not do as the park service and the Red Cross asked everyone who was here during the quake to do."
It wasn't the man's fault Chuck was so irresponsible. James turned away and sighed. Now what? It was closing in on 10 pm, and his plan hadn't gone anywhere past finding Chuck and locking him in the car for the trip back home.
He hadn't the first clue where to look next.
About the Author
She spent most of her childhood summers in the back seat of a car, traveling with her parents to almost every national park west of the Mississippi and a great many places in between.
She holds degrees in British and American literature and history and library science, and a certificate in museum studies. In her other life, she works as an independent museum curator, and finds museums a great source of adventures of all kinds.