42
The Bridge
Nathan knew what he was doing, keeping me talking.
And now I’d left it too late.
A convoy of bright-yellow sightseeing coaches flashed between us before I could take the shot.
One, two, three. The wind from each one rocking me back on my heels. By the time they’d passed on through, there was no sign of Nathan. Only an empty space where he’d been just seconds before. I looked up and down the street. He was gone.
Fuck!
I paced round in a circle, trying to deal with the frustration. Then I caught hold of myself. He’d be back with reinforcements. In the meantime, the place was crawling with cops. I had to ditch the gun and get out of there. I hurried to the nearest bin, slid the gun inside, but not before a police car shot past and slammed on the brakes. It reversed fast i
