Nuri growls, pushing me back when I stumble into him. We’re about halfway now, the sun a little higher in the sky and casting long shadows from the Bridge’s towers out over the river, but when I look past there’s still so much farther left to go. “We’re nearing midway,” tells me in a quiet voice, shuffling along the walkway. “Keep it down. If the wind turns, they’ll be able to hear us. They don’t have to be marksmen to lean over and take pot-shots at us, you know?”
Nuri, taking tiny steps so my boots don’t echo off the wood. I can do this, I tell myself. I can do it for Tomas.
Nuri says there’s not much more left to go. “Another ten minutes, tops.”
NuriTwenty? Something that.”
Ten more minutes and I’ll be in the and that much closer to finding Tomas. I can’t wait.
Nuri hurrie
