Drainland (Tunnel Island Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Romano knew the lookout Harris had mentioned. She parked and took the gravel path down. It was early, an hour after dawn and not much of a day. A long grey bank of cloud rolled in from the ocean. The lookout reflected the island’s liberal stance on public safety: there was no barrier, no signposted warnings, just a set of stairs cut into the rock face leading down to a flat pad on the cliff’s edge. A huge rock formation sat in the water thirty metres off shore. The local fishermen had strung a wire between the edge of the lookout and this rock. They shimmied out along it to get to the better fishing. More madness. Harris stood down by the lookout’s edge. He was dressed for a run: shorts, grey tee, trainers. “You ever get across there?” she said. Harris spun quickly. “Jumpy,” she said. “My hearing isn’t…” He raised a hand to his ear and stopped. He turned back to the water.
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