Chapter 4
Pill Hill—Portland OR, July 2005
All Mason could hear in the silent elevator
was his fast beating heart, and Parker’s heavy breathing. Mason
remained still, but Parker soon began to pace the small metal box
as if he were a trapped wild animal.
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The Cascade Mountains, WA, Columbus Day
Weekend, 1991
On their hike, Parker set a brisk pace.
Although Mason had no difficulty in keeping up, he wondered why
they were in such a hurry. Parker obviously was using the walk to
burn off his frustrations at whatever was bugging him.
They had decided to explore one of the trails
that wound its way up a nearby hillside. It would, Mason told
Parker, give them a good view of the lake and its surrounding
cabins. Parker, who took the lead during the times they had to
proceed i
