At last - they had found their quarry. Gib put his field glasses to his eyes and the pilot held the copter motionless above the mountainside. Gib lowered the glasses, his expression stony. "Let’s go down."
"What is it?" Restibo asked anxiously, reaching for the binoculars.
"It looks like a body." Gib hesitated and, though he knew the answer already, put it like a question. "What color jacket was Janie wearing?"
"Red," Restibo said unwillingly.
"Yeah," Gib muttered. "I guess we lost the race . . . "
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