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a group has come in from the west, they've used the shoreline as the starting point. The group that worked its way in from the highway used the Carson road as its western boundary. In other words, both groups missed it simply because no one on the sweep teams even knew it was here." |
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"Are you tryin' to tell me Kendall organized it that way?" |
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It was easier to shrug my shoulders than admit I wasn't certain about anything, including Kendall. "I guess the question has to be, are we sure he didn't?" |
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Madden again walked to the edge of the precipice and peered over the edge. It was like looking into a monochrome kaleidoscope, a fascinating world of churning and ghostly grays that hid the angry, swirling waters. I knew what he was going to say when he turned back to face me. |
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"We're gonna have to go down there, you know." |
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"There is only one way to do it," I protested. "Go down to the shore and work our way along the coast until we find the cave that accesses back into this inlet." |
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"The coast line is sheer thirty-foot walls along this section. We couldn't spot the passageway from the top of the cliff." |
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"We sure as hell can't scale over the edge here," I insisted. |
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"The goin' might be a little rough," Jake |
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