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Reaching down, Callahan ran his fingers over the duffel bags again. Yellow luggage tags hugged the straps of each one, imprinted with the name and city of their owners.

Charlie Fowler

Norwood, Colorado

Back in the States, friends of Charlie in Colorado had turned their lives into full-time efforts to find him. Charlie was a superstar in the climbing community, and surviving scares in faraway places was nothing new. Among his greatest feats was walking away from a 1,500-foot fall during a winter climb in Tibet in 1997. The accident left him without several toes, lost to frostbite after he’d crawled for several days to the safety of the nearest road. Now fifty-two, Charlie steered clear of publicity, preferring to quietly explore the desert rocks near his home base outside Telluride.

The tag on Chris’s bag bore a similar address. She’d recently bought a small house on a plot of land in Norwood. Close to Charlie but still allowing personal space. The simple address in a sleepy Colorado town was in contrast to the business cards she attached to her duffels when departing from Seattle: