Tuesday
The bridge they’d entered the town by was underwater. Their police escort scooted his bike back to the window. “In the Ute,” he said, leaning on the window. “It’s possibly doable, but I wouldn’t want to try it myself, and the old train bridge is still open on this side, well above the water. It’s like they say, they don’t make them like they used to.”
“Very true,” Talen agreed with the vampire’s appreciation of the past.
“You’ll have to straddle the train lines, but that track hasn’t been active in twenty years. It’s sort of a secret, though,” he added. “We don’t want the public to use it.”
“Understood,” Heath nodded. “We’ll head that way. I’ll be staying on the other side from now on.”
“Okay. Good luck to you, Mr. Gale.”
The path to the train crossing took them through the
