In seconds, one of his expedition team members, Mike Childers, had crawled into his tent. “It’s your son. He’s gone. So’s his friend, Josh.” Hearing about Nate, Bob fought to stay calm. But when he saw an edge of panic distorting the weathered face of his second-in-command, he grew more worried. Childers was an experienced climber and not prone to overreacting. “Gone?” He grimaced as he unzipped his sleeping bag. “What are you talking about?” “I swear, we thought we heard Nate shout something, but in the storm, we might have imagined that. By the time Joe and I went to check on the boys, they were gone. We can’t be sure when that happened.” “Did you check the latrine?” Bob tried to keep his voice steady while his mind grappled with worse scenarios. “Maybe they only…” “We checked. They’re not there. I tell ya, Bob.
