8
Eavesdropping
IT BEGAN TO RAIN, not a gentle drizzle but a cutting sheet of sleet, obscuring their visibility. They both put their hoods up but the slanting knife-edge of icy water found its way inside and trickled down their backs. It was miserable, and Sylvie was worried about Lisa.
They had been walking for half an hour back the way they had come before the path wound round the edge of a cliff, and a blur of light shone down the path ahead of them.
“Thank goodness, we’ve found her, but the light isn’t moving,” said Robert. “She must have fallen down or twisted her ankle.”
They called out to Lisa as they neared her and she answered. Thank goodness, she wasn’t unconscious. When they came up to her, they found her lying bunched up on the path, and the flashlight resting on a tussock
