"But I'm a foot taller than you and I gotta bend farther this way."
Farley saw his point. "All right, all right, I'll take the top. And you are not a foot taller than me. You're maybe six inches taller than me."
"Come on, you're not six two. What are you, five eight?"
"I'm five eleven... and a half."
"That still makes me eight inches taller than you."
"Well, that's not a foot."
The two men struggled up the crisscrossing metal staircase, trying not to look down since they couldn't see Melanie, anymore - and the handrails, single steel bars with no grating attached, were slightly below their center of gravity. The dish, while awkward and burdensome, provided comforting stability.
Matt's phone vibrated. "We must be out of earshot," he said, flipping it open.
Farley heard Krucek say, "
