I saw her
first—a pale, skinny girl lying on a flat rock below the rapids. She was leaning out over the edge, reaching down into a deep pool of still water. Swirls of river foam clung to the bottom of her rolled-up sleeves and the floating ends of her long red hair. She was watching something in the dark river-shadows.
Rob and Euan pulled up beside me by the gap in the trees, their bike tires skidding on the muddy track.
“What you looking at, Callum?” said Rob.
“Someone’s down there,” I said. “A girl.”
Euan pushed away a pine branch to get a better view down to the...