My best friend is dead. I can’t remember what happened. But what if it’s all my fault . . . ?

I wake up in a hospital room with all kinds of tubes and cords protruding from my bruised and battered body. I have no idea how I got here.

‘You were in an avalanche,’ the good-looking doctor explains. ‘A pretty major one.’

My boss is less sympathetic. ‘What in hell were you thinking? Skiing Ophir’s is a stunt for some idiot 23-year-old boarder, not a seasoned ski patrol.’

He’s right. But my memory has gone completely. I can come up with zero reasons why I was skiing on that side of the mountain at three in the afternoon, a time when avalanche warnings are Code Red. It’s then he drops the bombshell. ‘Well, you’re damn lucky. Wish I could say the same about Warren.’ Warren. My longtime friend and greatest ski buddy. ‘He’s dead, Greta.’

My job is to help save lives. Now it looks like I’m to blame for the death of the person I trust the most.

I drove into Aspen fifteen years ago with nothing but big dreams and even bigger ambitions. Even though I can never aspire to the jetset lifestyles of the super-rich holidaymakers who flock here, I love this place. But there’s a darker side to this glamorous skiers’ paradise. As flashes of memory return and a young woman suddenly disappears, I realize that someone on this mountain knows exactly what happened that day. Someone who won’t be satisfied until they bury me for good.

AN EXHILARATING BLEND OF BREATHTAKING SUSPENSE AND NAIL-BITING TENSION WITH A SHOCKING FINAL TWIST.

This gripping psychological thriller is perfect for fans of Freida McFadden, Lucy Clarke, Lucy Foley, Liane Moriarty and Shari Lapena. Please note this book was previously published as First Tracks.

‘This compelling Scandinavian noir-style thriller should appeal to readers of both Ruth Ware and Arnaldur Indridason.’ Booklist

‘Those who enjoy reading about the lifestyles of the horribly rich will be most rewarded.’ Publishers Weekly