Across the middle of the sheet are three words. Written in neat capitals, just like the secrets in the Icebreaker.

THE GAME CONTINUES.

A tremor runs through me. “That’s what—”

“I know,” Curtis says.

“What?” Brent asks.

“It’s what Saskia and I used to say to each other,” I reply.

“Oh, come on,” Dale says. “Are you serious? It’s not her doing this.”

Curtis steps toward him. “And you know that how?”

Dale puts his hands up. “It’s just not logical. I know she’s your sister, man, but stop and think for a second. Like, where’s she been hiding all this time?” He looks to Brent for help. “And why would she want to mess with us?”

Pushing past us, Curtis raises his goggles to his forehead, eyes sweeping the slopes as though he’s looking for her.

“I take it there’s no radio?” Dale calls.

Curtis doesn’t answer. Squinting into the distance, he hikes up for a better view.

With a hiss of exasperation, Dale heads to the lift shack.

I turn to Brent. “What do you think? Is there a chance—”

“No. It’s not her.” Brent’s response is instant, just as it was the last time I raised the possibility. And that niggles at me. Why’s he so sure? He can’t know that. Unless . . .

“So who is it then?” I watch his face, what I can see of it below the goggles.

“I told you,” he says flatly. “It must be Julien.”

“You really think so?”

“Who else? He was all over her that winter. Probably reckons one of us killed her and wants to punish us for it.”

“Why wait ten years?”

Brent has no answer. But I remember the angry scene with Julien the night before Saskia disappeared and I’m not convinced Julien’s behind this.

A movement down the slope catches my attention. What . . . ? I shield my eyes from the sun. The Panorama building sits still and silent. The main entrance is obscured from view behind the largest of the jumps, so we can’t see Heather’s perch from here. I thought I saw a moving figure, but there’s nothing now. It must have been Heather. I look up at the sky. Or the shadow of that cloud.

Dale comes out of the shack empty-handed. “Better get back down.”

He’s looking down the slope at the Panorama building. Maybe he’s finally realized it was risky to leave Heather on her own.

Brent eyes the jumps, clearly planning his line already.

Curtis has returned. He gives the paper one last look, then stuffs it in his pocket. “Strap in.”