CHAPTER : 9“She didn’t do it, Fish!”
“I saw her, Jenny.”
It was all he had time to say before the rock steps were filled with rushing feet. What followed was a nightmare he still hadn’t waked from, how much later he had no idea when he opened the clock tower door and went slowly upstairs to the living-room in the loft. It had been pitch dark, down on the platform. Now the frail dawn was breaking, only the planets still lanterns hung to light the new day’s way into a stinking world. Or was it? For the poor liquor-sodden woman who’d done it, maybe the world was greatly kind where it could have been greatly cruel.
He’d seen them take her out of there. Was it the speed with which they’d got her neatly past the two unsuspecting cops directing traffic outside the gates? Or was it the instant
