Shit, did everyone know? Well, if they thought he was in a bad mood now, they’d really have to put up with his crappy attitude once Erika left. “I think I’m going to head out.” As annoying as they were, they were right. But it wasn’t the marathon sex and lack of sleep making him so grumpy, it was Erika’s exit that morning and the fact that he’d yet to hear from her.

The blaring of the station phone made his stomach drop. The number for the state troopers’ office lit up the display. So much for sleeping off his shitty mood.

“Wild River Search and Rescue. This is Reed.” He cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder as he grabbed the printout that came over the fax machine.

“Sorry to have to tell you this, Reed, but it’s your sister’s camping group. We just received a 911 call for assistance on the east side of Chugach Mountain.”

His heart all but stopped.

“Her group is trapped in avalanche territory. We had contact for about three minutes, but we lost cell reception. I couldn’t make out their exact coordinates or determine if anyone was injured. This weather is messing with the phone lines. Can your crew find out all the info they can and begin the search?”

His throat was as dry as sandpaper. “Yes, of course. We’re on it,” he said, hanging up the phone and immediately dialing Snow Trek Tours.

“What’s going on?” Tyler asked.

He handed him the printout with the info as he waited for one of Cassie’s employees to answer the damn phone. Cassie always left detailed plans of each tour in her office in case of emergency—where the group was headed, their planned trails in and out of camp, and the stats on everyone participating. All the information they’d need would be in her trip folder.

Answer the damn phone!

Was no one working that day? Six rings then voice mail.

He hung up and immediately redialed, trying to remember which of the tour guides were going on the winter camping trip with Cass and how many people in total they’d be searching for. Unfortunately, the details were fuzzy. He’d been preoccupied by staring at her friend when she’d talked about the trip the other night in the bar.

No answer.

He ran a hand through his hair and, grabbing his cell, he dialed Erika next. They didn’t have time to waste.

She answered on the second ring. “Hi... I was just about to call you.”