Whiteout: A Christian Crime Thriller

WHITEOUT ----- A CHRISTIAN CRIME THRILLER ----- WAYNE C STEWART Whiteout - A Christian Crime Thriller Copyright © 2023 Wayne C. Stewart This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are used fictitiously. Though some of the named characters may be real persons, their portrayal and inclinations are merely a product of the author’s imagination and serve only to tell a fictitious storyline. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. waynecstewart.com Email: [email protected] Author Wayne C Stewart facebook page Contents ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX WEDNESDAY SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY ONE TWENTY TWO THURSDAY TWENTY THREE TWENTY FOUR TWENTY FIVE TWENTY SIX TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY EIGHT TWENTY NINE THIRTY THIRTY ONE THIRTY TWO THIRTY THREE FRIDAY THIRTY FOUR THIRTY FIVE THIRTY SIX THIRTY SEVEN THIRTY EIGHT THIRTY NINE FORTY FORTY ONE FORTY TWO FORTY THREE FORTY FOUR FORTY FIVE FORTY SIX FORTY SEVEN FORTY EIGHT FORTY NINE FIFTY FIFTY ONE EPILOGUES FIFTY TWO FIFTY THREE From the Author About the Author ONE Tuesday - 3pm CST Near County Hwy G61, two miles southwest of McClelland, Iowa Rookie Iowa State Trooper Carter Jons drew the short straw. The winter storm warning wasn't enough to convince midwesterners to stay home, even if Interstate 80 nearing Omaha had been nearly impassable much of the last three hours. The Pottawattamie County Sheriff's department was short-staffed, so veteran cohorts from both agencies policed the highway and side roads as even hearty drivers were slowed to a crawl. Jons had the harder, even slower assignment, ambling solo through McClelland, a stoic town of 151 souls on the two-lane G61, another 40 minutes TWO Twenty-two-year-old Justyn Banks lay trapped, upside-down, in his vehicle’s now-compromised interior. The near miss on the two-lane had sent him careening down the snowy road and mistaking a farm service track for the main pavement. He'd seen the small bridge and the drop, coming at him with no way to stop. A massive overcorrection slid him ever closer to the edge of an unusually deep creekbed. The van's weight teetered. But then physics took over and the young man felt as if the world were turning upside down. It was, at least for him. The first drop was sickening. The resulting damage, shocking. Pressing