CHAPTER 41––––––––
Bands of shadows cast by the scaffoldlike North Steel Bridge swept across the windshield as Bohannon and Suter crossed the Willamette River heading northeast, returning from an unsuccessful attempt to interview a passenger in Portland’s trendy Pearl District. Suter craned his neck up at the two towers looming over the bridge.
“The middle of this bridge, the part between the towers, is designed to be raised to allow tall vessels on the river to pass through,” Bohannon said. “It’s also a double-decker. Cars and the MAX light rail cross on this level, and Amtrak, bicycles and pedestrians use the lower deck.”
Suter didn’t respond to the chitchat.
Bohannon switched tactics. “Do we have a copy of the passenger list with their seat assignments?”
“I’m sure Pirelli has one.
