THE NIGHT EYE
1
ESCAPE AT THE KAWATANI BRIDGE
Adam Medama woke with a start in unnatural darkness. He was flooded with pain from the throbbing lump on his head to the burning stripe on his thigh. He reeked of smoke and the memory of flames drove him to push and kick against constraints until he was suddenly free under stars and a cold wind.
He had been loosely wrapped in a tarp. He was surrounded by rumbling slats, the bed of a truck. A cautious glance into the passenger compartment revealed two hulking silhoettes and the lights of the Kawatani Bridge ahead.
Adam pushed his aching brain to figure out what was happening. He once served on a commission to evaluate plans to harness the Kawatani River for power. He remember the grim joking of his father’s coworkers at the police department who called the bridge Lover’s Leap and the Bridge to Nowhere because—No.
He returned to the tarp a searched the edges with hurried fingers. Chords ringed the edge at intervals and at each corner. He quickly arranged them, pushing cold fingers to tie knots, before rolling himself back into the tarp.
The truck slowed to a stop. The driver and his companion worked quickly, not even stopping to shut their doors. There wouldn’t be much traffic on the bridge at this time of night, especially with what Adam knew must be happening elsewhere.
They worked with wordless coordination. Adam forced himself to be limp in their grasp. He was briefly very heavy in their arms, followed quickly by a instant of weightlessness. Now.
Thrusting out with every limb, he unfurled the tarp. The chords pulled him back painfully and burned against his wrists and hands. He forced himself to keep his grip and draw his elbows down. The tarp was too small to make an adequate parachute, but Adam trusted himself to the wind. Tides and rock made the mouth of the Kawatani River treacherous, but the wind that roared down the valley gave it its nasty reputation.
