Avery Mason was thirty-two years old and the youngest woman to ever anchor American Events, the most popular prime-time newsmagazine program on television. Her ascension to the top of the ratings was improbable, statistically unheard of, and something Avery never expected. Mack Carter had been the long-running and popular host of American Events. His death the year before while on assignment covering the Westmont Prep slaughters had rattled the television news industry. It also produced a vacancy at the top of American Events. In a panic, the network tapped Avery to fill Mack’s massive shoes until a more permanent anchor could be found. As a frequent contributor to the show, Avery’s segments had consistently earned high ratings. So high, in fact, that she was named as the first co-host in the show’s storied history. Avery had held that position for exactly one month before Mack Carter died. Thrust into the hottest of spotlights and widely expected to fail, Avery Mason had stepped into the lead anchor role the previous fall and killed it. American Events not only stayed at the top of the ratings, but the audience grew by 20 percent.
Critics explained away her success as a fluke of morbid curiosity. People tuned in, the critics argued, to see how this inexperienced woman would handle the crushing pressure of replacing one of America’s most beloved anchors on television’s longest running news program. The problem with their argument was that Avery’s ratings never came down. That she was young and attractive certainly didn’t hurt her rising star, and Avery admitted that her looks likely drew a certain male demographic that might not normally tune in to a newsmagazine show. But her looks were not the source of her success. It was her talent, her charisma, and the content of her show that kept the ratings sky-high. The abundance of press hadn’t hurt either. During the past year she graced the covers of entertainment magazines, gave countless interviews and photo shoots, and was the subject of a three-part exposé by Events Magazine on her natural abilities in front of the camera and her rise to the top of the cable news food chain. And yet somehow, through it all, she had managed to keep her past hidden.
Avery’s forte was true crime, finding an unsolved mystery and dissecting it for her audience in a way that hooked them and refused to let go. Her dark and edgy foray into some of the country’s most sordid crimes was where she made her name. But to contrast the sinister stories she covered, Avery also told stories of survival and hope. It was these stories of miracles and beating the odds that kept people tuning in. Not a week went by without Avery featuring some sort of real life, plucked from Middle America, feel-good story—like Kelly Rosenstein, the woman who sank her minivan into Devil’s Gate Reservoir in Pasadena after a drunk driver forced her off the road. The indomitable mother of four had not only managed to escape the sunken vehicle, but had miraculously done so with all of her children in tow. Avery interviewed the woman a week after the accident. With as many as six hundred people dying each year in the United States due to a submerged vehicle, how had this soccer mom managed to escape? It was simple. Years earlier Mack Carter had demonstrated the best way to escape a car after it sank to the bottom of a lake. Kelly Rosenstein had watched the episode and remembered what she saw.
So moved by the story, Avery decided to look up the old footage. It was how she ended up this afternoon strapped behind the wheel of a minivan that was parked inside a high school aquatics center, with a television crew ready to film the action. Today, the action would be a giant crane lifting the van over the pool and dropping it, and Avery, to the bottom. Cameras situated under the water would capture Avery’s attempt to escape from the submerged vehicle. She was, without doubt or shame, scared to death.
She knew America had loved Mack Carter for the stunts he performed, and Avery could think of no better way to wrap up her first full season as host of American Events than with a nod to her predecessor. Today’s taping was her right of passage. This would be her last episode before summer sabbatical. A summer that was sure to be the most trying of her life. She was following a lead out of New York that she thought had potential—the remains of a woman killed in the 9/11 World Trade Center attacks had just been identified using promising new DNA technology, and Avery wanted the chance to tell the story. If she made it through today’s stunt, she was off to New York to chase some leads.
At least, that was her story. She thought it was the perfect cover.
CHAPTER 2
Los Angeles, CA Friday, May 14, 2021
THE HONDA MINIVAN WAS PARKED ON A HYDRAULIC LIFT ON THE SIDE of the Los Angeles high school swimming pool. Avery chose the make and model because of their connection to the middle class. The minivan was among the most commonly driven vehicles in the United States. Sinking a sixty-thousand-dollar BMW in a high school swimming pool might be exciting to watch, but demonstrating to stay-at-home mothers how to escape their sunken vehicle was much better accomplished using an average, run-of-the-mill automobile.
Avery checked the seat belt buckle for the third time in less than a minute. Christine Swanson, her executive producer, leaned through the open driver’s side window.
“Good?” she asked.
Avery nodded.
“Show me the abort sign again,” Christine said.
Avery took the four fingers on her right hand and waved them back and forth in front of her throat.
“If you ever get panicked, or just can’t remember what to do, give the abort signal and the divers will have you out in ten seconds. Got it?”
Avery nodded.
“Words, Avery! I need to hear your voice.”
“Yes, Christine! I’ve got it, for Christ’s sake. Let’s go.”
“We’re about to sink you, and the car you’re sitting in, to the bottom of a swimming pool,” Christine said in a calm voice, trying to control the panicked moment. “I want to make sure your head is in the right place.”
“Of course my head is not in the right place, Chris. If it were, I wouldn’t be doing this. And if we don’t do it soon, I’ll lose my nerve. So let’s get this show on the road.”
Christine nodded. “Okay. You’ve got this.”
Christine backed away from the minivan, stuck her fingers between her lips, and whistled. It was an ear-splitting screech that echoed off the walls of the cavernous aquatics center.
“Let’s roll!”