Haunted Waters by Jerry B. Jenkins, Chris Fabry Read Free Book Online

felt the memory stick.
    I was about to say something to him when I noticed Ashley and Sam heading toward the SUV. I could tell by the way Sam walked that he was mad.
    “What happened?” I said as I snapped the belt around Dylan’s car seat.
    “They wouldn’t even talk to us,” Ashley said. “Sam said we were here yesterday, but the deputy just took our number and told us to go.”
    “You’d think they’d want all the info they could get,” I said.
    “Guess it doesn’t work that way out here,” Sam said.
    When we arrived at the ski resort, Ashley said she wanted to go tubing with Sam and Dylan, which made me think she was still scared. I have to admit that I was too, so I decided to join them. I didn’t want the memory stick to get smashed while I was tubing, so I pulled it out of my pocket and stuck it in the slot behind Ashley’s seat.
    Dylan was allowed up the hill only with Sam. Sam held him tightly on his lap, and when they took off Dylan squealed. I had never heard such a shrill sound.
    Ashley and I followed in a tube train, with me holding her feet. It’s weird for it to be sunny and dry one day and snowing the next, but that’s how it is in Colorado. The snow swished into my face, and I had to close my eyes. By the time I made it to the bottom, I was covered and loving every minute.
    “Again!” Dylan screamed. “Again!”
    The next time I went by myself and was surprised at how fast the tube went. Ashley and I had a contest to see how far we could slide. The run ended in a steep snowbank, but if you veered left you could go all the way to the tree line.
    The third time down I made it past the snowbank and kept going until I stopped near the winding road. I stood and waved at Ashley so she could see how far I’d gone.
    A green car slowed to my left. The driver looked straight at me. Something about the man made my skin crawl. I was sure I’d seen him before. But where?
    I hurried back up the hill, searching for Sam and Ashley. When I glanced over my shoulder, the car was speeding away from the resort.

Chapter 29

    Bryce’s story about the driver of the green car made me nervous again. I kept looking for people behind trees, waiting to jump out at me. The only thing that kept me from running back to our Land Cruiser was Dylan’s squeals of delight. Sam let me have a turn with Dylan, and as we raced down the mountain, he stuck out his arms as if he were flying. It almost felt like we were.
    I was relieved when Sam suggested we get something to eat. We found a restaurant at the resort, and I ordered the buffet. Though Mom can’t stand salad bars, I love them. I like the dressing, croutons, cheese, sunflower seeds, and veggies. Here, you could get any kind of meat you wanted, from fried chicken to buffalo, and any kind of potato, fish, and lots of steamed vegetables.
    Dylan stared at my plate when I got back to the table, and his eyes grew wide. He has a way of wanting whatever is not on his plate. No matter how much food he already has, if he sees cottage cheese, even on TV, he wants it.
    “I want cartoons,” he said.
    Sam grinned. “You want what?”
    “Cartoons.”
    “Croutons,” Bryce said.
    Sam chuckled. “Leigh used to call them wood chips.”
    “Cartoons!” Dylan chortled.
    Sam faced him. “When you finish what you have, I’ll get you some, okay?”
    I could tell it wasn’t okay with Dylan, but it got his eyes back onto his plate. Then he wanted a red drink instead of a yellow one, and I told Sam I would get it.
    I felt sorry for Sam. He had taken us as his children, but I knew he missed his own wife and daughter. I had seen their pictures in Leigh’s room. The little girl looked sweet in the heart-shaped frame Mom had given Leigh.
    Dylan was a lot of work, even for Mom, and though Sam had seemed to win him over with the Chunky Monkey and the trip to the cabin, I was surprised Dylan hadn’t cried for Mom during the night. He usually clung to her.
    When Dylan wailed over a piece