When a passenger plane goes down in the Appalachians, rescue teams start looking for survivors and discover that a five-year-old boy and a woman are missing. Twenty miles from the crash site, Deborah Sanborn has a vision of two survivors, cold, hurting and scared. Over the years she has learned to trust her gift, and she senses these strangers are in terrible danger. She sees a hunter, moving in for the kill.
Four generations of O'Ryan men have gathered at the crash site, ready to search for the missing boy, Johnny O'Ryan. His forty-five-year-old grandfather Mike O'Ryan isn't sure what to make of Deborah, but with the snow coming down, sh's all they've got to lead them through the mountains. Because not only are they racing against time and the elements...they're up against a killer desperate to silence his only living witnesses to murder.
Bestseller McCall's latest romantic thriller has all the elements that her fans have come to expect, though some readers may find she goes over the top with her high-velocity plot. A tragic plane crash in the Appalachian mountains brings together a disparate group of survivors--Patrick Finn and Darren Wilson, two U.S. senators who happen to get adjoining seats on the doomed flight; Johnny O'Ryan, a young boy whose grandparents perish in the crash; and Molly Cifelli, a young child welfare worker. Wilson already holds a furious grudge against the other senator, who refused to vote for legislation that would have gotten the mob off Wilson's back. In the wreckage of the downed plane, the other two survivors witness Wilson murder Finn, leading to a desperate game of cat and mouse as the killer seeks to eliminate the loose ends. Local psychic Deborah Sanborn has visions of the crash and its aftermath that help several generations of O'Ryans in their rescue efforts, and in the process she falls for Johnny's father. Though it can feel contrived--the coincidental seating of the political adversaries in particular--those with a well-developed suspension of disbelief should enjoy the ride. (Mar.)
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Excerpt from The Survivors by Dinah McCall
"Senator, you need to hurry or you're going to miss your flight."
Patrick Finn waved at his assistant to indicate he understood, then moved his cell phone from his right ear to his left.
"Look, Wilson, I just can't do that and keep my con-stituents happy come next election. I'm in this for the long haul. If I vote for your bill, I'll be selling out over half the population of my state. We make our living in cotton and tobacco, you know. I can't in good con-science cast my vote to keep your people happy and destroy the tobacco industry at the same time. I know you understand."
The knot in Senator Darren Wilson's gut pulled a little bit tighter. He stacked notepads in stacks of threes as he listened, unaware that his OCD had kicked in again. This couldn't be happening. If he didn't get this bill through Congress as he'd promised, his life wouldn't be worth a nickel. He was in this mess because of gambling. Passing this bill had been his way out of a quarter-million-dollar gambling note, and welshing on the people he owed was not an option. Neither was backing out of his word.
He stared down at the handful of photos he'd received in the mail yesterday. One of his ex-wife, one of his daughter, who hadn't spoken to him in three years, and two of his grandchildren playing outside on the playground of their Dallas grade school. The pictures were numbered from one to four. He got the message. If he failed to come through for the people he owed, they were going to go after his family in the order in which the photos were numbered.
And God help him, his ex-wife was number one. At this point in his life, she pretty much hated his guts, but he didn't have it in him to sacrifice her or any of them to get himself out of debt. Besides, he knew that wouldn't be the end of it. They would still do him in. He would just have the privilege of knowing that he'd wiped every single member of his family off the face of the earth before he died, too.
He closed his eyes, cleared his throat, then gave Patrick Finn one more push.
"Finn, you don't understand. I need your vote to keep my family alive."
Finn frowned. He knew that Wilson gambled. Everyone on the Hill knew it. It came as no surprise that he was probably in trouble with a casino owner some-where, or even some loan shark, but none of that was Finn's fault or business.
"I'm sorry, Darren, truly I am. But I can't sell out my state because you can't stay away from the poker tables."
"No! Wait! You--"
"No, and that's my final answer," Finn said. "Now, I've got to go, or I'm going to miss my flight."
When the phone line went dead, Darren Wilson felt as if he wasn't far behind. He stared at the framed photos of his daughters and grandchildren on his desk, then shifted through the ones he'd gotten in the mail. Every aspect of from the bottom drawer of his desk, then walked toward a large painting hanging on the opposite wall.
He pulled it back, revealing the wall safe behind it. A few quick turns of the dial and the safe came open. Inside was his contingency plan: a fake passport and fifty thousand dollars in cash.
He put the money in the bag and the passport in his pocket, closed the safe and checked it three times before putting the painting back in place. That it had come to this was at best depressing, but he had no option. Damn Patrick Finn all to hell. Leaving wasn't what Darren wanted to do, but if he wanted to stay alive, it was his only way out.
He draped his overcoat over the small bag, grabbed his hat from a hook on the wall and headed out of the door, pausing at his secretary's desk long enough to issue one last order.
"Connie, please cancel all my appointments for this afternoon. Something has come up."
"Yes, sir. Do you want me to reschedule?"
"Not today. I'll let you know later." "Yes, sir," the secretary said again, and picked up the phone to do what she'd been told as Darren Wilson walked out the door.
A short while later, Patrick Finn was rushing through the D.C. airport, trying to catch his flight to Atlanta, where he lived. He had to swing by his home to pick up some clothes before heading out to Albuquerque, where he would rent a car and drive to Santa Fe, where he would spend Christmas. His wife and kids were already there with his parents, and he was looking forward to getting away for the holidays. He kept glancing at his watch as he ran, and knew it was going to be close. An accident on the freeway had left traffic at a standstill for more than thirty-five minutes. By the time the cab driver had pulled up at the airport, Finn was late.
He sprinted past stores that smelled of hot coffee and cinnamon buns, as well as pubs serving beer and sand-wiches to passengers with time to spare.