12
“Josh!” Katie screamed as she exited the terminal building. Her heart drummed out panic as she stared at Josh running beside the gondola. She wanted with all her heart to be able to grab him and pull him in beside her. But she was locked in the car. He was locked out, and two agents, probably terrorists, were only a few seconds behind. The sick feeling in the pit of Katie’s stomach threatened to grow into full-fledged nausea.
The gondola dropped downward, following the sagging cables.
Josh accelerated, gathered himself and leaped when he reached the end of the concrete landing.
No! He couldn’t do that. And if he succeeded—the result was unthinkable.
A loud thump sounded on top of the car. Josh’s shoes hung down near the top of the window, pawing for traction as he clung to something on top. His shoes moved upward and disappeared. Raspy sounds came through the roof as he moved around on top of the cabin.
The mountainside dropped away as the gondola moved out into the nothingness between the two peaks.
Another loud thump sounded on top, then silence.
The ground receded farther. Five hundred feet or more below treetops and large boulders protruded from Whistler Mountain.
“Kate, can you hear me?” Josh’s voice was clear, but muted.
“Are you all right, Josh?”
“For the moment. But I can’t move around or I might fall off.”
“Why, Josh? Why did you—”
“I had to. Can you open the door from inside?”
How could that help? Josh would fall off if he left the center of the gondola’s top and tried to climb down inside. And what would happen if they passed one of those lift towers? There surely would be more lift towers when they approached Blackcomb.
She tried to gather her wits and scanned the car for some way to open the door. As she suspected, there was none. No one would design a gondola that a passenger could open while they moved along nearly two thousand feet above the ground.
“There’s no way to open it from inside.”
“I was just hoping.” Josh’s voice lowered. He mumbled some words.
She couldn’t hear them.
His voice grew louder. “I think I see how the tripping mechanism works the door. Kate, move away from the door. I’m going to climb up the ladder on the carriage. From there I can reach the lever that works the door.”
“You’d better be careful, Joshua West or…or I’ll kill you. I swear it!”
“You’re funny, Kate. Really funny. Are you away from the door?”
“Yes.”
A metallic clank sounded.
Katie stopped breathing.
“Ouch!”
“What happened?”
“Jammed my finger on the doggone thing. It’s harder to work than I thought.”
“I’m not surprised. Do you realize that—”
Clank!
She gasped as the door popped open. Katie stared out the door at Whistler Valley a half-mile below her. The thought of falling kicked her in the stomach, leaving a dull, sickening ache.
“Kate?” Josh’s voice was much louder now.
“Please be careful up there.” This was all her fault. She had to get Josh safely inside.
“I’m going to hold on to the yoke this car rides on and lower my legs. Tell me if they reach through the door. Here goes.”
A sliding noise turned the ache in her stomach to nausea. She nearly vomited. You’d better get it together, girl. You’ve got to think.
Josh’s foot appeared at the top of the doorway. A second foot slid down beside it. His jeans were barely visible.
“Can you see my feet?”
“Yes, but I can’t reach them. I’ll fall out the door if I try.”
“OK. I’ll try something else.”
He needed another three feet to swing his lower body inside enough for her to grab him. Three feet…about the length of …”Josh?”
“Yeah. What?”
“What brand are your jeans?”
“They’re not the cheap ones, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Take them off. Put the legs around the yoke and use them to lower yourself down to the door.”
“Take my pants off?”
“You do wear underwear, don’t you?”
“But, Kate—”
“If it bothers you, I won’t look.”
“Sure you won’t. You have to look or you can’t pull me in.”
“Just do it, Josh. You can pull your pants down through the door and put them back on once you’re inside.”
“Can’t. After I opened the door, there’s probably some security person with binoculars trained on me. They already think I’m loony. I’m not going to take my pants off and confirm it.”
“Please, just do it. We’ve got to get you off the top before we reach the lift towers and the terminal. If the towers don’t rake you off, all that equipment in the terminal will smash you.”
“The lift towers on Whistler Mountain passed way over my head. I’m wearing a big leather belt. That’s all I’m taking off. It’ll get me almost as far as my pant legs would.”
With snowcapped peaks surrounding them and the emerald green of Whistler Valley three thousand feet below, Katie waited while Josh thumped around on top of the gondola, removing his belt.
She scanned the interior for hand and footholds. The safety bars beside the door might work to keep her securely inside when she pulled Josh in. But if she lost her grip, or if he lost his—she rejected that thought and instead launched a prayer for Josh, for her, and for escape from the gunmen.
“Coming down now, Kate.”
Two feet inched down from the top of the door. The feet suddenly dropped eighteen inches.
Katie gasped.
Josh’s body stopped. “Kate? I’ve got to straighten my arms to lower myself enough for you to pull me inside. Once I do, I don’t think I can pull myself back up. This is a one way trip—”
“I get it! And I’ll get you, too. Do it now, Josh.”
Katie hooked an arm and a leg around the bar mount meant for passengers to steady themselves. She breathed a short prayer as Josh’s knees appeared at the top of the door.
“I can lower myself one more foot, Kate. That’s all I can do.” His feet were at her waist. But Josh’s center of gravity would be above where she circled him with her arms. If his weight pulled her forward, they would both tumble out the door.
“Can’t hold on any longer,” Josh grunted, desperation in each word.
“Swing your legs out, then let them swing in. When you feel me grab you, let go. And, Josh…if you don’t let go the weight of your upper body will pull me out the door.”
“What about me?”
“I can pull you in. Trust me. Do it on three.”
“Kate, I—”
“I prayed, Josh. It’s the only way. One, two, three…”
His body from the hips down swung out and then back into the cabin.
Kate grabbed his upper legs in a bear hug, leaned backward, pushing with all of her leg strength.
Josh’s back landed on the door step with a thud. His head hung out of the cabin.
Katie teetered toward the door.
His upper body slid out the door, pulling Katie with him.
Panic brought a surge of adrenaline. She ripped at his legs. Lifting with her own legs, she dragged Josh’s body into the gondola.
Her back fell hard against the seat sticking out from the wall opposite the open door. The impact knocked her breath from her. Wheezing to catch her breath and panting from exertion, Katie reached for Josh’s arm. She stood and pulled him to his feet, her arms circled his neck, clamping in a fierce hug.
“Josh…I thought you were—”
“Yeah, me too. You’re choking me, Kate.” Josh’s hoarse voice spoke into her ear.
She relaxed her arms, but wasn’t ready to let go of him yet. Josh had come far too close to pulling them both out the door. She was Katie Brandt, the girl who risked danger to prove she was worth something, to make people need her. This time she had risked another person’s life. A person who wasn’t ready to die, not ready to meet God. Tears stung her eyes and ran down her cheeks. And now she was a weak person. A weak, sobbing fool. She hated her weakness and hated herself for risking Josh’s life.
He gripped her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length, staring at her tear-streaked face. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry for endangering you, Josh. I’m a fool.” More tears rolled down her cheeks. “A big, blubbering fool.”
He wrapped her snugly in his strong arms, holding her much closer than she had ever allowed any man to do.
She thought of the times that Lee had held her when she cried. Those thoughts made her feel even worse. Like a traitor, because the comfort of Josh’s arms was beginning to feel more like home than Lee. That brought more tears. Katie buried her tear-stained face and snotty nose in Josh’s neck until her sobs subsided.
“You’re no fool, Kate. It’s better that you and I take some risks now than to let these people carry out their plans.”
“Thanks, Josh.” She sniffed, wiped her cheeks again, slipped from Josh’s arms and opened her purse. Katie sat down on a seat, pulling a tissue from her purse, and blew her nose. It’s time to grow up, girl. Get it together or you could still be killed.
Katie pulled her netbook from her purse and opened it. “Sorry for being such a baby. I wasted nearly five minutes of our riding time. The sign at the terminal said it takes a little over eleven minutes to cross. I need to hurry or we’ll run out of time.”
“You never did tell me about your plan—why we’re riding to Blackcomb and then back to Whistler Mountain.”
Her netbook computer booted and the screen lit up. “Help me, Josh.” She sat down beside him and scooted against his side.
“What are you doing, Kate? Are we still on our honeymoon?”
“We need the FBI helping us. I can make that happen if we have a little more evidence for them. Help me scan these files as quickly as possible. If we find anything about a planned act of terror, I’ll call Agent Peterson.”
“Do you actually think he can—”
“Yes. He’ll have someone, maybe the Mounties, protect us until he can get here.”
“So that was your plan? Ride the gondola until we can get the FBI to come to our rescue?”
“It was the plan you nearly hijacked when you started to take over.”
“About that…I’m sorry, Kate. You had a good plan and only you could’ve implemented it. No way could I persuade Peterson to drop everything and come up here.”
“Thanks. But what I really want, Josh, is for you to realize where that plan came from. I want you to know how hard I prayed for your safety when you nearly fell off the gondola. He’s a good God, and I trust Him with my life.”
“Good God? Too bad He’s not always around when He’s needed. Bad stuff happens all the time.”
“Hold that thought—bad stuff, good God. Right now, we need to scan these files and pray they’re not all encrypted, because if we can’t find anything in them, our only chance for safety will come from the officials monitoring this gondola. You know, the one with the door that you opened. I don’t think they’re going to be very happy with us at Blackcomb.”