Pochoda's Street and eine Bootsfahrt in die Nacht

He's on the next pier now and can hear the girls again. Their words are indistinct. He catches sight of the raft bobbing in the water heading toward Manhattan. Cree turns and runs toward Valentino Pier, now a promenade for old fishermen and young couples. This late he expects to have it to himself.
He can hear the girls as the raft approaches. He crosses the small park that leads to the pier and hurries to the end of the concrete walkway. The raft is crossing in front of him - the girls, two dark silhouettes against the distant Jersey docks.
And then they are gone.


Rezension folgt in der RN #12