[ THE EXCITING STUFF BEGINS IN CHAP 4 ]
For some reason, as I rolled and
started running back down towards the
river, I remembered that old joke about
the fall not being what killed ya, but
that sudden stop at the end. That’s
what really gets ya.
It’s true, and I laughed then, but
I wasn’t laughing now.
Thirty-nine seconds, forty
seconds, forty-one seconds.
While I was jumping, or rather,
falling to the ground, the cop had
found his bullhorn and was trying to
get the attention of some people nearer
the riverbank.
Two of them ran down closer, but
the bag had already disappeared.
At least he was trying, and that’s
when I remembered seeing him somewhere
before. I just couldn’t remember where,
but that thought left me instantly.
Forty-five seconds, forty-six
seconds, forty-seven seconds.
I should be getting tired, but
something was pushing me to go even
* faster. Of course, it did help that the
whole run and fall was mostly downhill.
As I got closer to the river, I
looked up to see where my car was and
saw that the cop had turned on his
flashing lights.
Just ahead of that, I could see my
car, and calculated from that where the
bag had probably fallen. If my calcu-
lations were correct, it not only made
it into the river, but also wasn’t too
far out to swim, and maybe I wasn’t too
late, maybe.
If, my calculations were once
again correct. I was fucking with Lady
Luck big time on this one.
Fifty-eight seconds, fifty-nine
seconds, one minute.
There was only one way to find
out, and on a dead run, dived in and
swam as fast as I could to where I
hoped the bag would be.
One minute and ten seconds, one
minute and eleven seconds, one minute
and twelve seconds.
I was almost ready to give up,
when I spotted it and dived down, pray-
ing to any God that would listen, and
Lady Luck too.
Please, please, don’t let me be
too late.
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