Zero-Degree Murder (A Search And Rescue Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Baring her backside to the elements in below-freezing temperatures didn’t bother her. It was simply what one had to do if the urge was great enough. It was, however, a major pain to get up in the middle of the night and put on one’s boots to walk what hygiene, courtesy, and modesty, in that order, determined was a reasonable distance from the sleeping area to tend to normal body functions. Peeing in a strong wind or driving rain was the worst. Gracie envied the physical strength that most men seemed to take for granted, but peeing outside in inclement weather was the only time Gracie truly regretted not being male. Back at the bivouac, with Cashman still snoring inside his bivy sack, Gracie crouched a few feet from the shelter and fired up her little Dragonfly stove to brew up a nice cup o’ tea for the British gentleman who, judging from the noises emanating from within the orange plastic, was due to make an appearance at any moment. Moving around had worked the stiffness out of her joints, and, in spite of minimal sleep, Gracie felt well rested.
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