Chapter 8
Benedict
The river in high summer isn't cold, but it’s still a shock. I keep hold of Frankie. There was no time to explain why I launched us off the dock. The least I can do is keep her from drowning.
There’s a low boom as a firework explodes close to the water. I grab Frankie, pushing us under to protect us from the bright sparks.
We come up gasping.
I kick madly, treading water, fighting to keep our heads up. We're not far from shore, but a wool tux and dress shoes aren't ideal swimwear. And in her ballgown, Frankie is worse off than I am. I haul her along, swimming until I can touch the bottom.
Then I drag us out of the water. The fireworks are still bursting merrily overhead. If anyone saw us nearly get decapitated by an aerial, they don’t come running to see if we surv
