The Real Thing [antikvár]

chapter one "PENDLETON! OH, GREAT, that's just great. It had to be you!" "Nice seeing you again, too, Tyler. Damn it, will you get your foot off my—" Tyler found a bit of purchase against his upper thigh and managed to boost herself higher. "Go to hell!" she snapped, holding on to an all too narrow ledge. "We're both likely to get there any minute now," he told her, a little winded but entirely his normal insouciant self. His left hand groped and discovered a murderously narrow crack in the rock about two feet below her shoulders; wedging his long fingers into that, he hung by one hand long enough to remove her foot from his thigh and place it on an almost nonexistent ledge she couldn't see. Tyler would have choked thanking him, but she felt more secure. Kane Pendleton worked his other hand into the crevice and