Chapter 12

Even I knew I would go.

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I turn to look at Russell, who still stands just two steps behind me on the “suicide bridge.” He’s biting his nails and eyeing me as if I could do him harm.

“Look, I’m not going to do anything stupid. Why don’t you just run along? Leave your bike back there long enough and I guarantee someone will steal it.”

Russell just smiles.

“Really. There’s lots to do besides hang out here with the likes of me. Have you seen the Fremont Troll? Just walk your bike under the pedestrian underpass and the troll is down there…it’s impressive.”

Sweet Jesus, I’m babbling. But I desperately need to be alone. “Fine.” I turn away from Russell to regard the snow-capped Olympic Mountains in the distance. More and more boats are making their way from the shipping canal into Lake Union. A bright sunny day for the rest of the world; infinite possibilities sparkle upon the blue waters.