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“Okay, you got to be smart here,” Buck said as the rotors ran down. “Watch yourself on the ice. Even with them boots, you can slip. And be careful around the crevasses. You want to look into ’em, do it from the ends. You do it from the sides and you’re gonna get a closer look than you bargained for. And if you fall in, I guarantee Scout and I ain’t comin’ after you.”

Larkin put on her hat and stepped carefully down on the ice. She started to walk a little ways away and turned back to the helicopter, only to see Christopher watching her. “What?”

“Don’t let that hat fall off. Scout’s likely to think it’s a rabbit.”

“Don’t make fun of this hat. I like this hat.”

“I like that hat on you, too. You look like you should be sitting in Red Square drinking Stoli.”

She sniffed. “You’re lucky there’s no loose snow here I could make a snowball from.”

“You’re from L.A. What would you know about snowballs?”

“Certain things come naturally,” she said silkily and walked over toward a fissure on the face of the glacier. She wanted to see that blue, that impossible, luminous pale blue-green that was almost ethereal enough to make her believe in angels.