Leo watched through the binoculars as the fuselage crumpled. He didn’t feel anger or fear. He felt a cold, clinical awe. The glacier had just made its own cut. No fixer in the world could negotiate with that.

“Why does he want this?” Jenna shouted over the wind. “The collector. He’s not making a movie. No distribution. No festival. What does he do with the footage?”

Jenna was still filming. Her hands were steady. “Keep rolling,” she said. “This is the story.”

“Then we’d better get a move on,” she said. “He’ll pay extra for the survival footage.”