Snowed Under

By Jessi Hammond

Arrow is confined to a wheelchair because of a childhood accident. To compensate, he's honed his computer skills to a high level, and has recently built his own drones.

Flick is scarily good at parkour but can't string a sentence together to save her life.

When Flick's uncle's store is robbed during the worst snowstorm in living memory, she and Arrow combine their skills to hunt down the thieves.

But Arrow is hiding a secret too…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kincaid Publishing
• Release date: Oct 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201442798

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About this book

Arrow is confined to a wheelchair because of a childhood accident. To compensate, he’s honed his computer skills to a high level, and has recently built his own drones.

Flick is scarily good at parkour but can’t string a sentence together to save her life.

When Flick’s uncle’s store is robbed during the worst snowstorm in living memory, she and Arrow combine their skills to hunt down the thieves.

But Arrow is hiding a secret too…

Snowed Under

One

Arrow Nakamura was glad he lived on the fifth floor of his apartment block.

Because if he was on the first floor right now, where his foster parents had advised him to buy, his windows would be almost buried beneath the biggest snowdrifts he’d ever seen.

As it was, snow was still pooled on his veranda, melting and sifting away slowly in the early morning breeze.

He pushed his wheelchair as close to the glass veranda doors as he could and leaned forward, peering through the steel patterned panels that formed the veranda rails. Snow blanketed the ground as far as he could see, blindingly white under the barely-risen sun. Drifts of it obscured the streets, cocooning single-storey buildings almost up to the roofline in some places and leaving taller ones marooned like islands in a white sea. The tops of trees poked out of the snow like leafy hands waving for assistance.

There would be plenty of people needing that, he thought soberly, setting his own hands on his wheels’ push-rims and spinning away from the doors. The winter storms had raged across the United States for the last three days as they headed down from Canada and slowly south-east, and they’d seemed to pause here over Gareth during the last twelve hours, as if they had some snowy vendetta against the town. Right now the sky glowered above, a calm amid the storms, although the grey clouds promised more snow before long. But last night the wind had shrieked, snow had brought visibility down to nothing, and the temperature had plummeted inside Arrow’s apartment until he finally relented and turned the central heating on just enough to slice through the chill but not drive it away.

He hated the feel of heat on his skin.

It reminded him of that night, of the flames, of the –

Stop it. He needed the warmth now. He didn’t dare get too cold or he wouldn’t be able to feel if his toes got frostbite.

At least the power hadn’t gone out here, like it had over so much of the mid-west.

His open-plan lounge-dining room was set up so there was plenty of room