This can't be happening. But Karen saw it-she witnessed the moment her boyfriend Matt died. She saw his eyes, dead and staring; saw his killer disappear into the night. The crowd at Killington had been at a party-laughing, dancing, talking about a day on the slopes. Now one of them is dead. One is a killer. And one is terrified...because she saw too much, knows too much, and cares too much to let them call it an accident...
