Then the orange and black bundle of the Reeves Sleeve wrapped her corpse onto the frame of the backboard. Likely, we'd lost some trace evidence, but that couldn't be helped much. Once we tied her off and slid her over the edge where she dangled like a modern day cliff mummy, I collected the odd bits off the shelf. Anything that might possibly be useful or lead to something useful or just seemed darn strange, I gathered into little baggies. Those I stuffed in the pocket of the Reeves where the hoist cables normally went. Hauling Anya's body up the wall was a grueling round of climb, set anchors, clip in and pull Anya with the pulleys. And while the system kept the force of her weight from being as heavy as it really was, shoving my fingers in a crack to hold two on the face while I crammed a cam didn't make for easy. My rest came in short breaks while I waited for Kabe to come up so we could do it again. The sun pounded my back, even at this elevation. Sweat poured down my skin and pooled in the areas where my harness held my clothes to my body.
