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Reward money had been offered to the driver who’d led Chris and Charlie here, but emptying Charlie’s black duffel had left Callahan with nothing more than dirty socks and lip balm. And—aside from the ice screw—no climbing gear: no ice axe, ropes, or crampons. Dammit, he thought, they took their climbing gear.

Littered among the three weeks of searching had been hopeful rumors that perhaps the pair had been abducted or thrown in a Chinese prison. Not a likely scenario, given that all the bits and pieces were pointing to the obvious conclusion: they’d gone to climb.

“What are you looking for?” asked an officer next to Callahan. Clipboard man shooed away colleagues who’d started to touch Charlie’s belongings spread out on the floor.

“Something more than . . . this,” Callahan said. “Something to tell us where they went. Definitively.”

“Are they friends of yours?” asked the officer, nodding to the door, where one of the flyers created by the search team hung, attached with masking tape.

Callahan glanced at it. “Yeah, they are.” Chinese characters spelled out the basics on the flyer: