"I'm finding it hard to believe too," Fenton said. He looked at Frank. "Why didn't you realize it when we left the lodge?"

"I was a little more occupied with trying to get warm," Frank admitted. "I wasn't really paying attention then. All I wanted to do was find a nice warm bed to sleep in."

"I understand," Fenton said.

"But why would this person purposely start an avalanche that killed several people?" Laura asked. "It doesn't make sense."

"That is what we need to figure out," Fenton said. He looked at Frank. "I think you should get some rest. You've been through a lot today and we don't need you getting any sicker."

"Isn't there something I can do to help?" Frank asked, not really ready to rest.

"If you want, check to see which company's around here use the same planes as the one you identified and the paint scheme just to make sure that we are looking at the right person. I don't want to miss one in case we just aim at Witherow and he's not the one responsible."

"All right," Frank said moving over to his computer. He saw Fenton moving toward the door. "Dad, where are you going?"

"To go have a talk with Jim Witherow and see if he can help shed some light as to how an avalanche like that can be started and any other information he may be willing to share."

"Be careful, Fenton," Laura said giving him a peck on the cheek.

"I will." He looked at Frank. "Make sure you rest."

"I will," Frank said aloud and Fenton left the room. To himself he thought, but not until I figure out what is going on.

* * * * *

Frank spent several hours looking at the different planes that the locals used to transport people up to the lodge. None of them had the same paint scheme as Jim Witherow's, but there were a couple of similar planes.

After getting the information saved, he decided to check into Witherow's past to see of there was something that stood out. He figured it was probably better to do it then instead of later when they figured they should have looked at it sooner.

Frank got the information pulled up on his screen and leaned back in his chair, surprised at what he had found. Witherow had spent time in jail for robbery in his early 20s. He had spent eight years in prison before being released because of good behavior.

He scanned the file and immediately spotted the name of the prosecuting attorney, Jeremiah Dilmer, the now Secretary of State.

Frank couldn't believe it. He had found the connection they needed. Jim Witherow was possibly aiming to get revenge. But he was still wondering why he would go to such extremes. Frank knew it was more important than ever to now talk with his father.