Dead Man Walking. Paul Finch

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      ‘Rough guess … a thousand feet.’

       Chapter 15

      ‘Mark, you cannot be serious!’ Despite the clattering approach of those heavy feet, Hazel hung back. ‘We haven’t got harnesses or safety-lines.’

      ‘Hazel, we’ve no choice,’ Heck said. ‘Look, let Gemma go first. I’ll bring up the rear.’ He caught Gemma’s disbelieving eye. ‘Gemma … you know this guy’s going to kill us all. He wanted to do that before – that’s why he lured us up to Fellstead. We’re the protectors of this place, so he needed to eliminate us first. But now he really has to do that. Listen to me, he can’t afford to let us live!’

      Gemma clearly couldn’t believe what he was asking of her. But by the same token, she knew he was right. Abruptly, she took a breath and, turning back to face the bridge, tucked her torch into a side-pocket and zipped it tight, so that it shone ahead. Planting a firm grip on its two hand-rails, she slowly, extremely tentatively, set her first foot on the cable-walk. A second step followed, and a third, and now she was out over the abyss. The bridge shuddered and sang and appeared to sag. There were deep groans from the network of lesser cables connecting it to the cliff-side. But conversely, the approaching footfalls fell silent.

      Gemma glanced back. Heck did the same, expecting a gun-toting figure to emerge from the wall of blankness behind them.

      It made no sense that one didn’t.

      What was the bastard waiting for? Did he want them to try and cross the bridge? That didn’t bode well. Was he thinking he could make this whole thing look like an accident? Either way, they couldn’t hang around.

      ‘Go, Gemma,’ Heck said. ‘Just go!’

      She went, foot over foot, hand over hand, moving further and further from the platform. The flimsy metal structure shuddered and thrummed.

      ‘Now you, Hazel.’ Heck placed his hand in the small of her back. Hazel was rigid, like a post. She resisted the pressure, so he increased it, pushing her gently but firmly forward. ‘Come on, now … there’s no other way.’

      Seeming to get hold of herself, she ventured onto the bridge. As it didn’t immediately fall apart in a welter of lashing, snapping cables, she was able to steel herself further, going forward in pursuit of Gemma, who had now almost vanished into the vapour. They were both of them stiff as pegs, hands clamped around the safety-rails like talons. Swallowing a lump of bile-flavoured saliva, Heck stuck his own torch into his belt, and started after them, trying to ignore the perilous drop beneath his feet, but already fighting to keep his balance. It went against all the rules of logic of course. Every bone in his body told him this was a bad idea.

      Danger! Unsafe!

      A wooden barricade had been erected to prevent people doing exactly this.

      But the alternative could be worse, particularly for the two women.

      He glanced back, sweat beading his face. With his torchlight angled upward, the platform behind was already shrouded in darkness. A figure could have appeared there by now, it could be gazing silently after them, and they wouldn’t know. That said, if whoever it was had a thermal imager, he could still pick them off with ease, which thought goaded Heck to greater efforts, sending him blundering on along the slender cable, gloves sopping with sweat as he slid them over rusted, twisted steel. The bridge juddered in response, dipping and bouncing the further over the gulf he proceeded.

      A thousand feet down.

      Heck did his damnedest not to think about that – and in some ways it was easier than expected, because this was close to the most unreal experience of his life. On all sides, above and below as well, hung only swirling mist – it was like a studio set, partly negating that gnawing sense of vertigo. Ahead, he could no longer see the two women, could merely hear the clunking of metalwork, the vibrations passing backward with a force he felt through the rubber soles of his trainers. He tightened his own grip as he swayed from side to side. A small whimper floated back to him.

      ‘Stick with it, Hazel!’ he shouted. ‘Couple of minutes and this’ll be over.’

      He didn’t know if that was true. What rate of progress were they actually making? Could they really cover two hundred yards in two minutes?

      He tried to increase his speed, but a couple of times his feet slipped, shooting downward either left or right, leaving him dangling, lopsided. Though he never let go of the hand-rails, these were moments of the purest terror – yet thanks to the unseen presence behind, he always levered himself to his feet and pushed on with reckless speed.

      Were they out in the middle of it yet? It seemed unlikely, but it was impossible to judge. When a yelp of horror came echoing back, Heck initially froze, but then stumbled forward as fast as he dared, the bridge swaying and tilting horribly. Two seconds later, he came up behind Hazel. Gemma was just in front of her, but she too had lost her footing, and was in the process of slowly, carefully raising herself up.

      ‘We can’t fart around,’ he said. ‘We’ve got to keep moving.’

      Gemma threw him a baleful glance. It looked as if she was about to voice some very choice words, but then came a shuddering impact from their rear, a mighty THUNG resounding through the entire structure.

      ‘What was that?’ Hazel said, in a tone so querulous Heck barely recognised it.

      ‘Don’t bloody know,’ he muttered.

      Another impact followed, and another. A horrendous realisation dawned on the two cops at the same time.

      ‘He’s trying to de-anchor us,’ Heck said. ‘Trying to tip us into the valley. Quickly, forward … forward!’

      The women needed no second telling. Gemma lurched her way along at the front, the bridge swinging wildly.

      ‘He can’t cut through those cables, surely?’ Hazel said, breathless.

      ‘Let’s not wait to find out,’ Heck replied.

      She turned to push herself on, only to shriek deafeningly as both feet slid off the cable-walk together. She dropped hard on her crotch and tilted to the right, legs pumping against nothing. For several seconds Heck thought she was going to pitch clean through and plummet into the chasm. He jerked his right arm down and grabbed her hood, though this meant he only had one hand in place himself. For several spine-freezing seconds they were locked together in the middle of nothing, wrestling to maintain their mutual balance, Heck’s left arm straining hideously under the combined weight. Slowly, barely breathing, he managed to haul her upright again.

      All the time, shocks were passing through the bridge, repeatedly, getting increasingly heavy.

      ‘He can’t … can’t cut those cables,’ Hazel stuttered again, teeth chattering.

      ‘I don’t know whether he can or can’t,’ Heck replied. ‘But a lot of those pins were loose. How many does he have to knock out before gravity does the rest?’

      ‘Oh my God!’

      ‘Don’t think about it, just keep going!’

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