CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
She started at the Miller Moon Bridge. As she made her way toward the gravel road, she passed a patrol car at the edge of the place where the road was no longer paved. She slowed long enough to show the policeman her badge and ID and then rolled on down the road. When she came to the old iron bridge, she left her car running, the headlights pointed toward it.
She took her small flashlight from the glove compartment and got out. She walked onto the bridge easily enough. While old, the bridge was still steady and firm, resolute beneath her feet.
When she reached the halfway point, she shined the flashlight ahead of her. The barricaded end sat down there like a mass of darkness in the night. She traced the safety rails all the way back to her and stepped closer to them
