Darcy McClain has discovered unbelievable atrocities hidden deep within the basement labs at Los Alamos, and she can’t escape . . .
Former FBI Special Agent Darcy McClain and her sidekick Bullet, a giant schnauzer, are in Taos, New Mexico, when they stumble upon a flash drive in an arroyo on the property she’s inherited. The drive belongs to Los Alamos National Laboratory (LANL).
Darcy pockets it and hikes to the adobe on her land. There, she finds a pregnant teenager, Rio, searching the house for the drive, since it’s a possible clue to the whereabouts of her missing fiancé Johnny, who works at LANL. Rio is frantic to locate him. In a strange coincidence, Darcy learns Rio is the daughter of a family friend, and bound by this bond, she agrees to help the woman find Johnny.
What begins as a missing person’s case soon escalates into a dangerous game that places Darcy’s life at stake after she slips undercover and infiltrates the top-secret biotech labs at LANL, where shocking neuroscientific research soon comes to light.
I first set foot in New Mexico in 1972 during a cross-country drive from Alabama to Eugene, Oregon, where I planned to attend the University of Oregon. From the moment I saw the Taos Plateau blanketed in a sea of winter white, and in the distance, Taos Mountain rising majestically to a turquoise sky, the landscape and the small-then quaint town, captured my heart. In the ensuing years I was a frequent visitor to Taos, and in 1997, I bought land in the very region I describe in the excerpt and built a small Pueblo-style home on the property.
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She left Española and wound her way through the farming villages that hugged the Rio Grande. Below the highway, the bright afternoon sun painted indigo shadows on bare cottonwoods and ignited the river’s glassy surface. She gained in altitude, capped the peak, and dropped into a horseshoe canyon that opened onto a vast mesa dusted in white, the pristine snow fractured by a massive escarpment, its chasm barren and black. To the east, dense evergreens carpeted the desert floor and undulated up the slopes to the alluvial fans of the Sangre de Cristo range. In the midst of this splendor jutted Taos Mountain, its crown shrouded in fog.