Her hair was pulled back tight, and she wore a scarf so that in the event someone saw her, she would be harder to identify. She had never been out by herself at this hour, let alone traveled down the dark, deserted lanes. Chap said it was important they do it when there was no moon, since they would be harder to spot. But they needed to act soon, while Harry was still being kept in the quarantine section of the prison. Once he was moved into the regular population, he would be securely locked up in one of the cells. Bess was prepared to duck into the woods if she met someone, but the island was asleep at this hour, and she was alone the entire way. Creeping along the edge of the cliffs behind Parkhurst Prison, she saw Chap’s boat steering away from the dock. She didn’t have much time. Fumbling in her pocket, Bess pulled out the key Chap used when he delivered fish to the prison and slipped it into the lock, turning it slowly.
