“Done this before haven"t you?” she said.
“Once or twice. Don"t worry. The water"s not really that deep.”
“Oh, great.”
They stepped their way across the plank, each footstep a hollow clang. The wire railings were low, coming up to Cait"s thighs. She held on with both hands and took it slow while Danny carried the book. Half-way across, he stopped.
“Look,” he said.
On the road bridge, standing at its centre, a figure watched them, silhouetted against the sky. He or she gesticulated, as if directing someone they couldn"t see. The gulls circled around in the air, mere flecks of black ink from this distance.
“That"s them isn"t it?” she said.
“I reckon,” said Danny. “Come on.”
Cait stood a moment longer, wondering who these people were, why they were so desperate for the book. The water
