It had been running the entire way down the mountain.

When Douglas pulled the file and played it for me in my hospital room, I had to ask him to stop it partway through, because I could not breathe.

It was all there.

Their voices, relaxed and satisfied, in the warm cab of the car, as they descended the mountain that had, they believed, just made them rich.

The details of the push.

Their relief that I had gone over cleanly.