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  1. Cover
  2. Praise for The Chalet
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
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  26. PART TWO
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  35. PART THREE
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Acknowledgements
  72. Keep Reading …
  73. Prologue
  74. About the Author
  75. About the Publisher

But the cold is getting to me now. ‘Fuck’s sake, Adam, this is ridiculous. We could both die out here if we’re not careful. I’m going to head off and find the guides. They’re probably shitting their pants about where we are anyway. They must have a procedure for this. Maybe they can send a snowcat up to get you or something.’

‘Too steep,’ Adam barks. ‘Just help me look.’

I’m genuinely starting to feel scared now. I think Adam is too, not that he’d ever admit it. But one of us needs to do something.

‘No. I’m going down. We could be here forever doing this.’

‘Fuck you, Will – help me, won’t you? There’s no point in having spent this much time looking for it, only for you to—’

‘I’m going,’ I insist. ‘I’m going to get help. It’s the sensible thing to do, whether you can see it or not. If you can’t make it down on one ski, you’ll have to wait here. One way or another, I’ll get someone to come for you. They’re not just going to leave you here. It’ll be fine.’

I carefully place my skis down and try to get them back on but the slope is so steep and there’s so much snow in my boots and bindings that it’s almost impossible.

‘Fuck’s sake, Adam!’ I explode. ‘Why the fuck did I listen to you! I can’t get my bloody skis on now!’

‘And that’s my fault how?’ he shouts back. ‘Help me look for the other ski and we can both get down off this mountain.’

One ski finally clicks into place. I take a deep breath. ‘Adam, I think it’s best for both of us if I go and get help. I’m not doing this to prove a point or even because I don’t want to help you – which, I have to admit, right at this moment I really fucking don’t. But we’ve no doubt strayed from where we were originally, so even the guides probably wouldn’t know how to find us. We’re not on a piste – there’ll be no patrol. This is properly dangerous, Adam – life-and-death stuff. I need to go, let the guides know that you are here and that you’re stuck. OK? Then they can get help. It’s the only sensible thing to do.’

Adam doesn’t reply but keeps stabbing uselessly at the snow with his pole. Fuck him. I’m getting off this mountain. My second ski finally clicks into place and I push myself away. Adam grabs me.

‘You’re not going.’

‘I am. Let go of me.’