“Anyway,” Nameless says, “the reason I stopped was I saw you moving along the drop-off there, the camera up to your face, and it gave me the chills.” “I’m as sure-footed as a mule.” “Maybe so, but this spot right here . . . I don’t mean to sound superstitious, but this place has major bad mojo.” Oxenwald cocks his head. “How so?” “Nine years ago, a young couple on their honeymoon came up here in their Ford Explorer to enjoy the view. Maybe a tire blew, maybe they lost control, nobody knows, but they went over the edge. What was left six thousand feet below wasn’t enough for the authorities to
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