Ice Cold: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

valley and roll down the main road, chains banging all the way, to Jackson. What a story they’d have to tell, just as Doug had promised them, a story that they could dine out on for years to come, about their adventure in a strange village called Kingdom Come.
    Go. Go. Go …
    Suddenly the Jeep lurched to a halt, snapping Maura forward against her seat belt. She glanced at Doug.
    “Take it easy,” he said, and shifted into reverse. “We’ll just back up. Get a little running start.” He pressed the accelerator. The engine whined, but the Jeep didn’t budge.
    “Is anyone getting a bad case of déjà vu?” said Arlo.
    “Ah, but this time we have shovels!” Doug climbed out and looked at the front bumper. “We just hit a little deeper snow here. I think we can dig our way out of this drift. Come on, let’s do it.”
    “I’m definitely feeling that déjà vu,” muttered Arlo as he climbed out and grabbed a shovel.
    As they began to dig, Maura realized that their problem was worse than Doug had advertised. They had veered off the road, and neither of the rear tires was in contact with solid ground. They cleared the snow away from the front bumper, but even then the Jeep would not move, the front wheels spinning on icy pavement.
    Doug climbed out of the driver’s seat again and stared in frustration at the suspended rear tires, girded in the rusting chains. “Maura, you take the wheel,” he said. “Arlo and I are going to push.”
    “All the way back to Jackson?” said Arlo.
    “You have a better idea?”
    “If this is going to keep happening, we’re sure not going to make it by sundown.”
    “So what do you want to do?”
    “I’m just saying—”
    “What, Arlo? You want us to go back to the house? Sit on our butts and wait for someone to rescue us?”
    “Hey, man, take it easy.” Arlo gave a nervous laugh. “It’s not like I’m calling for a mutiny.”
    “Maybe you should. Maybe you’d like to make the tough decisions, instead of always leaving it up to me to figure out everything.”
    “I never asked you to take charge.”
    “No, it happens by default. Funny how it always seems to work out this way. I make the hard choices and you stand back and tell me what I’m doing wrong.”
    “Doug, come on.”
    “Isn’t that how it usually goes?” Doug looked at Elaine. “Isn’t it?”
    “Why are you asking her? You know what she’s going to say.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Elaine said.
    “Whatever you say, Doug,”
Arlo mimicked.
“I’m with you, Doug.”
    “Fuck you, Arlo,” she snapped.
    “It’s Doug you’d rather be fucking!”
    His outburst shocked them all into silence. They stared at one another as the wind swept the slope, pelleting their faces with blowing snow.
    “I’ll steer,” Maura said quietly, and she climbed into the driver’s seat, glad to escape the battle. Whatever history these three friends had together, she was not a part of it. She was merely the accidental observer, witness to a psychodrama that had begun long before she joined them.
    When Doug finally spoke, his voice was quiet and in control. “Arlo, let’s get behind this thing and push. Or we’ll never get out of here.”
    The two men positioned themselves behind the Jeep, Arlo at the right rear bumper, Doug on the left. They were both grimly silent, as if Arlo’s outburst had never happened. But Maura had seen the effect on Elaine’s face, had watched it freeze in a mask of humiliation.
    “Give it some juice, Maura,” Doug called out.
    Maura put the Jeep into first gear and lightly pressed the accelerator. She heard the wheels whine, loose chain links clanging against the chassis. The Jeep inched forward, propelled by sheer muscle power as Doug and Arlo pitted their weight against the vehicle.
    “Keep feeding it gas!” ordered Doug. “We’re moving.”
    The Jeep rocked forward and rocked backward, gravity tugging it once again off the road’s edge.
    “Don’t stop!” yelled Doug. “More gas!”
    Maura caught a glimpse of Arlo’s face in her rearview mirror, bright red from exertion as he strained against the car.
    She goosed the accelerator. Heard the engine roar, the chains banging faster against the wheel well. The Jeep gave a sharp jerk and suddenly there was a different sound. A dull thumping that she felt more than heard, as though the Jeep had hit a log.
    Then came the shrieks.
    “Stop the engine!” Elaine banged on her door. “Oh my God,
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