n nCall it a premonition. Call it intuition. Call it anything you like, but Pennsylvania State Trooper Jerry McNeal simply thinks of it as that feeling.n n nn nThat feeling may come on without warning, so intense he cant breathe.n n nn nOr, it may be a gentle nag that pulls at him until he decides to do something about it. He never quite knows what it is until he gets there, but when he arrives, he always knows hes found what he is looking for.n n nn nDuring one of the biggest snowstorms of the year, Trooper McNeal feels that familiar stir. An unease that grows with each flake that falls. Its intensity pulls at him until Jerry has no choice but to venture out onto the treacherous roads, following an invisible pull that grips at his very soul.n n nn nTonight, that feeling is going to take Trooper McNeal into a blizzard when the streets are supposed to be empty to save a life that would have otherwise been lost.n n nn nOnly tonight, Trooper McNeal is not going alone...n n n