Chapter 10
The walkway angles up along the side
of the anchorage, a steep slope that I slip on once or twice, the
wood moldy and old this close to the water. Where it runs along
beneath the Bridge, the walkway evens out, but it’s still warped in
places and creaks eerily when we hurry along its length. I keep one
hand on the concrete strut beside me, leaning against it to stay
away from the sheer drop to my right.
The wood is no more than a foot
across, just a narrow plank suspended out over the water at an
impossible height. I don’t look down because then I’ll fall. And
the water is so far away, rushing below us with a swift current I
don’t like one bit. I shouldn’t be doing this. The military was
right, I shouldn’t be up so high because it makes me dizzy and I’m
going to fal
