Over here!” Mick screamed as she made a series of frantic bobbing movements designed to attract attention. Screaming felt wrong in this hushed, isolated environment. She hated even thinking about the possibility that there might be any other searchers near enough to hear. But it was a chance she had to take. Having made that decision, she embraced it with vigor, jumping up and down and yelling like her life depended on it, which, in a backward kind of way, it did.“Help! Somebody help!”Good God, what if they didn’t spot her? Having reached the lake, the snowmobile had already turned around and was heading back the way it had come, clearly oblivious to her efforts to attract attention. It was moving slowly. She thought, from what she could see of the movements of the riders, that they were conducting a visual sweep of the forest. But so far, they had neither seen nor heard her.“Over here, you idiots! Over here!” Screeching loudly enough to hurt her throat, her breath forming white puffs in the cold winter air, Mick jumped up and down like a demented bunny.
