~thing suit I ve<br > helsea as she<br >of the lake.<br >It was cut high on<br >rely not，" she said<br >oked as if he<br >r the city， but<br >rcumspectly"<br >rst out laughing.<br > t sound at all<br >5 me to go skinny-<br >aent building at<br >ung"<br >t，" he informed her<br >au like that， they ll<br >isit. I won t have<br >the city， <br >3wel over her<br >ch yourself， too，<br >~sist? <br >Chapter One<br >Chelsea Kearns striped the surgical gloves from<br >her hands and tossed them in the Contaminated<br >Waste Disposal bin. In the locker room she show-<br >ered， then dressed in street clothing of khaki slacks<br >and a cotton shirt of cool， mint green.<br > Once outside the hospital， which housed the<br >county morgue， she breathed deeply several times<br >before unlocking her car from the passenger side，<br >opening both doors and letting the accumulated heat<br >escape.<br > Here in the Beartooth Mountains of Montana just<br >north of Yellowstone National Park， summers were<br >usually pleasant--low eighties during the day， forties<br >at night. The temperature on the digital display at the<br >bank proclaimed the temperature to be ninety-three.<br ><br >