She heard another clattering, and then a voice, calling her name. "Jenny? Jenny!"

She bent her head, and for a second, her eyes filled with tears. He hadn't bothered to disguise his voice this time. Why should he? It didn't matter anymore, not to him. But it mattered to her. The voice she'd heard belonged to David.

"Jenny?"

She remained perfectly still, listening. She was now dry-eyed and thinking hard. He was over to her left somewhere, not to the right where the gully was. More than anything, she wanted to keep moving to the right. But she knew she had to go left, and wait for him to get her near her. Near enough so she could use the rock.

"Jenny!" He wasn't shouting, but there was fear in his voice.

Good, she thought. Maybe he thinks he's lost you. So let him be scared. Let him be the one who's afraid.

Quietly, she began moving toward the sound of his voice. When she reached the edge of the flat

rock, she scooted back as far as she could go, got on her knees, braced herself with her good foot, and waited.

It didn't take long. She heard the shifting of gravel again, and then she could hear his breathing. It was Ughter now, and she saw him move. He was chmbing toward her.

"Jenny? Are you up here? If you can, answer me!"

When his head was almost level with hers, Jenny gave her answer. Her arm was already back, and with every bit of strength she had, she brought the rock crashing down on his head. She cried out at the sickening thud, but David didn't make a sound. He fell where he was, a trickle of blood already seeping down his forehead.

She didn't know when she'd started crying, but her face was wet with tears and her hand shook as she wiped them away. She rolled to her side, away from the sight of David, and lay there, wishing she could be magically transported a milhon miles from there to a soft bed with clean sheets. She'd made it, she was safe, but she was suddenly so exhausted she wasn't sure she could move another inch.

She had to, though. Had to get all the way down and hobble to her car, drive to the poHce. She forced her eyes open, and for the first time was able to pick out actual shapes. She was on the rock she'd first cHmbed to. The light was coming fast now; if she sat up, she might even be able to see her car.

Keeping her face turned away from David, Jenny

pushed herself up and looked out below. There was her car, barely visible. The sight of its shadowy bulk cheered her up, and she smiled. She could make it.

"There you are."

Nothing could have startled her more; Jenny yelled at the sound of the voice and looked around wildly. David?

"Over here, Jenny."

It was Dean Latham. Standing in the gully on the other side of the rock, his calm, pale eyes gazing at her steadily.