(From the publisher):
"You bloody pig!" she shouted. "I thought you'd been killed!"
She stopped. She moved forward and put a hand on his head. "Darling, I'm sorry. The rain, the floods, all those men dead on the mountain. It's been terrible for you. I wasn't thinking. Forgive me."
He tilted back his head. The hand slid over his forehead and then he was looking into her eyes. He said, "Your husband's dead too. I saw him. He's deader than a doornail. He went floating off down the mountainside."
Her eyes went a fraction wider. She stared. She shook her head and the tangled, wet hair tumbled around her face. A half-uttered sob died in her throat.
She whispered, "Jake, you didn't..." She stopped.
They both sat without moving a muscle.
"No," he said. "Did you?"
Original title: Rain of Terror
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense