Akbar sidled down the slope working his way along the line but being careful not to touch it. He didn’t doubt Laura’s ability to hold twice her weight, but he certainly didn’t trust the summer snow.
Sure enough, he found Grayson dangling in a crevice. It wasn’t actually a glacial crevasse, one of the great openings in the ice that swallowed whole hiking parties never to be seen again. Grayson had broken through the upper crust and plunged down among boulders. He was partially submerged in an icy stream under the snow. He was flailing around languidly, bleeding heavily from the nose and one of his legs didn’t look right.
Akbar shouted down to him, and received no reply.
He pulled out his radio. Within moments, the Lodge had a couple ski patrollers headed his way, then he asked for a patc
