Chapter 1 Dr. Fiona Cameron stood on the very lip of Stanage Edge and leaned forward into the wind. The only kind of sudden death she might have to contemplate here would be her own, and then only if she was more careless than she thought she could manage. But just supposing for a moment she lost concentration on the wet millstone grit, she'd plunge down thirty or forty helterskelter feet, her body bouncing like a plastic doll on the jutting blocks of rock, bones and skin broken and violated. She'd end up looking like a victim. No way, Fiona thought,.
