“Well, the contortionist is safe but we have another problem,” Nelson said, coming back into his office.

I stopped glaring at Tallis and turned my attention back to Nelson. He stood beside his desk, tapping his finger on a stack of papers.

“What’s wrong?” Tallis demanded gruffly.

“There’s been a landslide, not too far from here. Only about a mile away,” he said somberly.

“A landslide? Is anyone hurt?” I asked, perking up.

“It ...