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MORGAN STEPPED BACK QUIETLY to hide in the shadow of the abbey as the Valkyrie and her men passed close by, dragging the moaning clergyman between them.
The group entered a car and drove away into the rainy night. Morgan had checked the maps and seen the famous Bay at the Back of the Ocean, a wide west-facing sweep of white sand looking out across the sea to North America. It was just over the other side of the island, but too far to walk or run. She looked around the car park, spotting a mountain bike alongside a low fence. It wasn’t locked, as these islands hadn’t been a crime hotspot.
Until tonight.
Grabbing the bike, Morgan pedaled hard after the car toward the west of the island. The rain lashed down upon her, but she soon warmed as her breath came hard, heart beating fast with
