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Cheryl Kaye Tardif - The River

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How far do we go until weve gone too far? The South Nahanni River has a history of mysterious deaths, disappearances and headless corpses, but it may also hold the key to humanitys survival--or its destruction. Seven years ago, Del Hawthornes father and three of his friends disappeared near the Nahanni River and were presumed dead. When one of the missing men stumbles onto the University grounds, alive but barely recognizable and aging before her eyes, Del is shocked. Especially when the man tells her something inconceivable. Her father is still alive! Gathering a group of volunteers, Del travels to the Nahanni River to rescue her father. There, she finds a secret underground river that plunges her into a technologically advanced world of nanobots and painful serums. Del uncovers a conspiracy of unimaginable horror, a plot that threatens to destroy us all. Will humanity be sacrificed for the taste of eternal life? At what point have we become...God? The River combines intrigue, science, love and adventure and is sure to keep readers clamoring for more. --Edmonton Sun Superb...Full of unpredictable twists and lurching turns, The River is a non-stop adventure into Canadas mysterious north. --Kelly Komm, author of Sacrifice Cheryl Kaye Tardif specializes in mile-a-minute pot-boiler mysteries. --Edmonton Sun

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THE RIVER

Cheryl Kaye Tardif THE RIVER Copyright 2005 2007 Cheryl Kaye Tardif All - photo 1

Cheryl Kaye Tardif

THE RIVER

Copyright 2005, 2007 Cheryl Kaye Tardif. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written prior permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. And any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead (or in any other form), business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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To my friend and 'sister', Bobbi Del Hathaway...

who always "leads with her heart"!

A woman with immense determination, Bobbi courageously fights the MS monster with dignity and spirit, and never gives up her quality of life.

You are an inspiration to everyone who knows you and we are all blessed by your friendship and courage.

Thank you for sharing the 'Del' part of you.

Without you, The River would not flow !

Love Cheryl

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Neil Hartling, author, outfitter, guide and owner of Nahanni River Adventures, and Lindy Laton, office manager at Nahanni River Adventures. Thank you both for helping me "keep it real"or as real as a work of fiction can be. Without the two of you answering my endless questions and responding with such wonderfully descriptive answers, my Nahanni would have been lifeless!

www.nahanni.com

Kathleen Meyer, author of How to Shit in the Woods: An Environmentally Sound Approach to a Lost Art, for allowing me to include the title of your book and all of its innuendoes. You are a Goddess among campers!

www.kathleeninthewoods.com

David Miller, internationally acclaimed artist, and your wonderful wife, Nancy, for your constant friendship and support. Thanks for allowing Lisa to 'study under you'!

www.mauiarts.com

Michele Jayasinha, Departmental Secretary at the Department of Anthropology and Sociology, at the University of British Columbia. Thank you for not transferring me again, and for answering my questions.

My editors: Mary, Francine, Marc and Linda. Your input and hard work is as alwayspriceless!

My fifteen-year-old daughter, Jessica, who designed this awesome cover. Great job! I'm proud of you!

My family and friends, for your patience and understanding, for allowing me to hibernate and say 'no' to coffee, lunches and get-togethers in order to meet my self-imposed deadline.

Rus Hathaway, who dared me to write a story that opened with this first line "She always leads with her heart."

(Do I win anything?)

Dear Reader:

One of my mother's friends had a dream to travel along a mysterious river in Canada. When my mother told me some of the rumors of this riverthe name of which she couldn't rememberI became hooked and a chilling story began to brew in my mind. The search was on to find that river.

The South Nahanni River in Canada's rugged Northwest Territories is one of the most spectacular sights in the world. It is fraught with exquisite beauty and hidden dangers. It is also filled with an abundance of plant and animal lifenot to mention, woven with legends 'older than dirt', as my husband would say.

This may be the river to which my mother's friend was referring. Or it may not. Nevertheless, the Nahanni River holds many secrets. Decades ago headless skeletons and corpses were discovered along its banks. Over the years, people have gone missing, and I've heard it referred to as the 'Bermuda Triangle of Canada'.

Although THE RIVER is interwoven with fact, this novel is a work of fact and fiction.

I'll let you be the judge of which is which.

Take the ride of your life, down

The River

Any mistakes, or impossibilities, are as always my own.

Unless they're my editors'!

PART ONE

Undercurrents

I want to know the thoughts of God;

The rest are details.

~ Albert Einstein

One

S healways leads with her heart," a voice croaked.

Startled by the interruption, Professor Del Hawthorne lifted her head and gasped, shocked.

What the

A man stood in the doorway to her classroom, panting for breath. He was in his late seventies and wore a grimy suede jacket over a once-pristine white dress shirt. The shirt was torn and stained with what looked suspiciously like dried blood. The man's tailored black pants were ripped from the knees down.

He stumbled inside and slammed the door.

Del threw a warning look at Peter Cavanaugh, her young anthropology protg. Rising slowly from her desk, she faced the old man.

"Can I help you, sir?"

His stringy gray hair covered part of his face and was in desperate need of a shampoo and cut. His mottled, creviced skin reminded her of weathered cedar bark. But it was the man's glazed yet vaguely familiar eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

Did she know him?

"Sir?"

The man's eyes flashed dangerously. "She always leads with her heart!"

Del gulped in a breath.

It wasn't every day that she heard her father's favorite sayingespecially when it wasn't her father saying it. Instead, the words were coming from a man who looked like he had escaped from the psych ward.

How the hell did he make it past security?

She looked at her watch. Damn!

After six o'clock, security was reduced to two men on the Anthropology wing. And they were probably on rounds or at the snack machine.

She glanced at Peter.

The young man was terrified. He stood motionless at the far end of the room, his head drooping against his chest.

"Campus security will be here soon," he said quietly.

The man turned half-closed eyes toward Peter. "Who's that?"

Del took a hesitant step forward. She rested her hands at the edge of her desk, careful not to draw the man's attention.

Where's the damn button?

Security had installed silent alarm buttons underneath the lip of every faculty member's desk. Times had changed. Schools, colleges and universities had become common targets of deranged psychopaths hell-bent on murder.

She pushed the button and drew in a breath, praying desperately that it wasn't the case today. "Security will be here any minute."

The old man's head whipped around, his eyes pleading. "Don't you recognize me?"

"Should I?"

Whatever reaction she was expecting to see, didn't prepare her for the one she got. Instead of answering her question, the man slumped to the floor, babbling incoherently. His right hand reached shakily into the folds of the jacket.

She stabbed repeatedly at the alarm button.

Where the hell is security?

Terrified, she saw the man pull something bulky from his jacket.

A gun?

Suddenly, two armed security guards rushed into the room.

Then all hell broke loose.

One minute, she was standing behind her desk. The next, she was on the floorwith Peter Cavanaugh on top of her.

She waited, holding her breath, expecting shots of gunfire. But there were none. Instead, she heard scuffling sounds and a few grunts.

Finally, one of the guards called out. "We got him, Professor."

She heaved a sigh of relief.

"You okay?" Peter asked, his boy-next-door face bare inches from hers.

She groaned. "Uh, Mr. Cavanaugh? Security has him under control, so you can get off me now. You're crushing me."

Peter turned a delicious shade of lobster red.

"Didn't want you to get shot," he mumbled, helping her to her feet.

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