Chapter Seventeen
The Lost Partner

                Harold nudged the body, searching for a pulse, but finding only cold skin. He moved the lantern, taking in the face, sitting back on his heels again as he tried to register what he was seeing.

                “Is he okay?” Lilly called from her seat by the cliff.

                “It isn’t Gavin!”

                “What?” Her voice was shrill, she scrabbled to her feet and he shouted, picturing her tumbling over the edge just as the man had.

 &n...

Please subscribe to keep reading.