Chapter 51 · for subscribers
The eight o'clock crossing, mid-river by five past. Forty-one passengers, one gangway stowed, a mile of water on either side and nothing between my partner and the rail but open deck. I had spent a whole night building the one room in this county that nobody could get into. It took until twelve minutes past eight to work out that I had built the wrong room.
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