"Come on, Jenny. Don't quit now." His voice was still soft. Soft and encouraging.

"I'm not quitting," Jenny said, starting to feel annoyed. "I just don't like the idea of climbing around here in the dark anymore. That's not why

I came, you know. I came to meet you."

"Then do it."

**What for?" Jenny couldn't believe it; they were arguing and they hadn't even met yet. "By the time I get up there, it'll be really dark, and I won't be able to see your face anyway. I'm going down."

"No, don't! You can't stop now, Jenny!" He was yelling, his voice no longer soft and intriguing, but hoarse with desperation. "I was counting on you!"

The words bounced off the rocks, and Jenny stopped, listening as they echoed in her mind. Closing her eyes, she heard them again. But not an echo this time. A memory. A memory of a few nights before when windswept rain had battered the bluff, when lightning tore across the sky and the thunder seemed to shake the rocks. And she'd been cowering in a little ditch, shouting for David, calling over and over until she finally heard what she thought was an answering shout.

"I was counting on you!" That's what she'd heard. Words shouted in fury, in a voice that cracked with anger and fear. But not shouted to her, to Jenny. They were shouted at Diana. The very same words, shouted by the very same voice.

"You." It came out on a rush of breath; she hadn't meant to say it.

But he'd heard. "Me what?-Me what, Jenny?"

"Nothing. I... nothing." He was the one, Jenny was thinking. He was the one with Diana that night, and he was the one who'd called Jenny all those times, pretending he cared. He'd left Diana to die

and now he was after Jenny. Because she'd heard. And now she remembered.

"Oh, Jenny." He almost moaned her name. "You know, don't you? You remember."

Jenny didn't answer. She was poking her foot around, trying not to think about anything but finding the foothold below. Where was it?! "Remember what? I don't know what you mean."

"You can't run, Jenny. It's too late for that. I know this place and you don't."

Jenny heard a movement above her and knew he was coming down. She couldn't see him. She could hardly see anything. She finally got her toe into a hole and eased herself down. A cascade of pebbles bounced from above, landing on her head and shoulders. He was coming.

"If you hadn't remembered, I wouldn't have done anything," he said, and his voice was closer. "I just wanted to talk and sound you out. I heard you up here that night, but I was hoping you hadn't heard me. But you had. So I tried all those other things, the snake and the motorcycle and that fat mutt of yours, to get you so crazy and scared, you'd leave. Just pack up and take off."