He decided to call Hank. At the moment, he trusted Hank’s instincts more than he did Richard’s. If he thought it necessary, the FBI would swarm over the lodge like yellow jackets at a fall picnic. Before he could raise Hank, he heard a roar underneath the keening of the wind. The ground vibrated slightly as the tent’s door burst open. “Run,” Agent Winchester gasped. “Avalanche.”
They ran. Scott saw a tall pine to his right and slogged his way toward it. This damn snow would kill him before Stanton ever had a chance to send his car plunging into a lake! He shimmied up the tree as nimbly as a ten-year-old boy climbing trees in his father’s backyard. He didn’t feel the frozen branches tearing his face and hands, but he did feel the snow swipe his foot as he climbed.
The avalanche passed with a raw power that awed Scott. He clung to the creaking, groaning tree until the snow quit moving, but the avalanche seemed to have brought near white-out conditions with it. He couldn’t see more than a few inches in any direction. Cautiously, he climbed down the tree. Where was everyone?
Without warning, Agent Winchester materialized out of the shrieking white and knocked him down. Shaking his head, he reached for Winchester’s hand. “Let’s try to find everyone,” he shouted over the roar of the blizzard.
What's so significant about a major blizzard? The FBI was supposed to protect us, but the storm isolated them from us when we need them most. Bad guys don't give up too easily, you know.
"First Lady Kills President Lovinggood"
December 29, 2018
Thirty years later Hank Lovinggood embarks on a quest to prove his mother's innocence and punish the killers who took his family from him. Together Hank and lovely physicist Kathryn Sinclair confront an implacable, twisted, merciless enemy who'll do whatever it takes to hide the truth forever.