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Charlie Fowler and Christine Boskoff

Last heard from in Litang on November 7

Missed flight back to USA on December 4

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In the photo on the flyer, Chris was offset against yellow tents in the background. She wore a scarlet-and-black down parka and a white Mountain Madness baseball cap. Smiling broadly, her cheeks were flushed deep red from high-altitude sunburn.

“She’s beautiful,” the officer said.

“Yes,” Callahan responded.

Charlie’s picture showed him in a gray polo shirt against the backdrop of a rock field: rumpled salt-and-pepper hair, leathered skin, famously not smiling, looking every bit the confident, ass-kicking climber he was. Charlie and Chris’s relationship had lasted six years. Whether they’d end up together forever was anyone’s guess, but they loved each other, and the river of respect they had for each other ran strong.

Clipboard man cleared space for Chris’s green duffel to be unpacked. Callahan looked back at the picture of Chris as her duffel was moved into place. He’d heard her voice just four months ago, in August 2006.