The Ski Resort (An Aspen Mystery #1)

My best friend is dead. I can’t remember what happened. But what if it’s all my fault . . . ?

I wake up in a hospital room with all kinds of tubes and cords protruding from my bruised and battered body. I have no idea how I got here.

‘You were in an avalanche,’ the good-looking doctor explains. ‘A pretty major one.’

My boss is less sympathetic. ‘What in hell were you thinking? Skiing Ophir’s is a stunt for some idiot 23-year-old boarder, not a seasoned ski patrol.’

He’s right. But my memory has gone completely. I can come up with zero reasons why I was skiing on that side of the mountain at three in the afternoon, a time when avalanche warnings are Code Red.

It’s then he drops the bombshell. ‘Well, you’re damn lucky. Wish I could say the same about Warren.’ Warren. My longtime friend and greatest ski buddy. ‘He’s dead, Greta.’

My job is to help save lives. Now it looks like I’m to blame for the death of the person I trust the most.

I drove into Aspen fifteen years ago with nothing but big dreams and even bigger ambitions. Even though I can never aspire to the jetset lifestyles of the super-rich holidaymakers who flock here, I love this place.

But there’s a darker side to this glamorous skiers’ paradise.

As flashes of memory return and a young woman suddenly disappears, I realize that someone on this mountain knows exactly what happened that day. Someone who won’t be satisfied until they bury me for good.

Please note this book was previously published as First Tracks