The phone went silent. Howard had finally run out of questions. Grant asked his boss a question he was afraid of. "What are you going to do? Are you coming here?"
Howard hesitated. "Well, we're here in Yellowstone. We drove from Denver. I'd hate to leave my wife and the kids. She doesn't like to drive. It's a long drive home with the kids."
Grant felt elated. Reading between the lines, it seemed like Howard was a little scared to come. Somebody might figure out he was over his head.
Howard continued. "But I guess I'd better at least check on some flights. Y'know with Roland coming and all. I — don't know. Do you need me?"
Grant shook his head. He wanted to laugh, but didn't. "You'll have to make that decision yourself, Howard."
His boss went silent for a moment. "All right, I'll look into some flights, and talk to my family. I'll call you later."
"Okay," Grant responded.
"Call me if anything changes."
Grant knew he wouldn't call, and he thought Howard knew that too. "Yeah. Okay, Howard."
"All right, I'll call you later." The line went dead.
Grant hung up the cell phone. He wondered how these guys with attitudes ever get anywhere. Wasn't it obvious to everyone? Yet there seemed to be at least one of these guys in every organization. And somebody had to have been stupid enough to promote them to a powerful position. The thought was mind-boggling.
Fred had been listening to the whole call. "That your boss?"
Grant nodded. "He's new at the bureau."
Fred raised his eyebrows. "New? Sounds like it. But he's your boss?"
Grant smiled. "It's a long story. He's not an engineer. He's a lawyer. Some congressman stuck him in our organization to look us over. He's a plant."
Fred shook his head. "You're kidding, right?"
Grant just shook his head.
Fred looked at his watch and then motioned to the door. "Come on. Let's go up to the casino and eat. You need to get out of here for a while."
Grant took one last look out at Hoover Dam and the partially constructed dike.
Fred grabbed his arm and pulled him. "Come on. This can take care of itself for a while. They can call us if they need us."
Grant felt wrong about leaving. What if something came up?
David wondered how much higher the water could rise. It had to already be four or five hundred feet above normal. There was no question in David's mind that the Glen Canyon Dam had broken. There was just too much water for any other explanation.
The canyon was now completely dark. Only the stars were visible. The entire group had retrieved their flashlights from their packs, but Keller had forced everyone to take turns to save battery power. David wore a headset light on his forehead, but it was currently not illuminated. At the moment, Sam was shining his up and down the rock walls, searching for handholds higher up.
They were close to getting rimmed again. The rising water had forced them against a vertical rock wall and it was David and Afram's turn to hold the raft. The two of them stood in waist-deep water, while everyone else sat inside. David felt the raft trying to pull him deeper into the water.
"It's too deep," Afram complained. "I can't hold it much longer."
Judy illuminated her flashlight. "Sam, look over there." She pointed her light at a small rock outcropping at eye level, off to the left of the raft.
Sam pointed his light at the same spot.
"Couldn't somebody climb up there?" she asked.
"Then what?"
She motioned upwards with her light. "You might be able to traverse up that ledge."
Sam shook his head. "I don't think you could make it. It's too narrow."
David's teeth chattered. "Try it! We can't hold on much longer." The water was almost to his waist and he had no leverage.
Keller helped Judy climb onto the outcropping. As soon as she found a place to grab, she pulled herself up. Like a spider, she clung to the rock and tried to traverse higher.
"It works," she said. "Somebody else come up."
Keller motioned for Sam to climb, then maneuvered to give him a leg up. Sam handed his light to Becky. Then with a boost from Keller, he reached for the wall as Judy had. But he missed the handhold. The action of Sam leaning against the rock was pushing the raft away from the cliff. David felt Afram stumble and lose his footing.
"I can't hold it!" Afram screamed.
But it was too late. Afram slipped into water over his head, and David couldn't hold the raft himself. It had almost pulled him deep before he let go. With the raft moving away, Sam fell into the boat and Becky screamed. Afram came up from underwater and stroked back to the rock wall.
Keller, Sam, and Becky were in the raft, and David, Afram, and Judy were on the rocks. And then the raft was gone into the darkness. Becky was screaming. There was no time to do anything. The beam from the flashlight hit David once more before the raft disappeared around the bend.
David wanted, needed, to yell out something, to scream at the top of his lungs. But nothing seemed appropriate. What could you say? Goodbye? Good luck? He heard Judy sob.
They were enveloped in darkness. Becky's screams eerily tapered off as the raft moved quickly downstream. David knew his friends would be dead in minutes, and the shock of that knowledge paralyzed him. After a while, they could no longer hear Becky screaming.
Keller regained his senses and took inventory. Only he and the couple were in the raft. The other three were behind on the rocks. He waited a few seconds for Becky to stop screaming, and then he barked out orders. "Find the paddles!"
She sobbed. "What good is that going to do?"
"FIND THEM!" he ordered. "If I die, I'm going to die paddling."
The girl shined her light on the floor and Keller saw paddles scattered around the boat. He grabbed one and made sure that Sam got another one. The girl was worthless. Keller straddled the right side of the raft. "Sam, you take that side," he ordered. Sam took his position.
"Shine the light out there and find someplace for us to land," he told Becky.
She obeyed. They drifted through the darkness. The sound of the waterfall was getting much louder.
Becky pointed the flashlight downstream toward the noise. "Is that ―"
"FORGET THAT!" he yelled. "Shine the light at the shore. Try to find us someplace."
Keller expected Sam to defend her. He had been protecting her for the whole trip. But Sam said nothing.
"What was that over there?" It was Sam's voice.
Keller had seen it too. "Back to the right."
Becky moved the light and found a rock outcropping, jutting from the shore.
"We can make it!" Sam called out. "Paddle!"
Keller paddled, but he knew it was too far away. When they passed, they were more than three boat lengths from reaching it.
The waterfall noise had become much louder, and Keller knew the struggle was over for them. The currents were moving the raft farther into the middle of the channel. "Tighten your life jackets!"
The right side of the boat lagged slightly and he stroked twice to straighten it. He yelled to be heard over the water. "Okay, Becky, shine the light straight ahead!"
She did as instructed, and Keller saw the V shape of Granite Narrows less than fifty feet ahead. He yelled loudly to be heard. "RIGHT SIDE PADDLE! LEFT SIDE PADDLE!"
Keller felt the water accelerate the raft as they were sucked into the narrows. Shooting through the entrance, he knew it was the fastest speed he had ever achieved in a raft. Becky was screaming again. Keller felt the wind on his face and the water on his feet. His hair blew back. He yelled at the top of his lungs and paddled harder. The raft bucked, but stayed in shape.