Damp. Sore. She was alive. If she were dead she would feel nothing. She felt water around her. Heard it too. Was that the river flowing? A boat sounding its horn? No, that was definitely a car beeping somewhere from above. Her head throbbed but she was alive. Thank god she was alive. Her side, stomach, rib cage, everything hurt like hell. “Lexi,” a familiar voice was saying, “how are you feeling?” She opened her eyes and they adjusted to the lights around her. She was still outside. Blue lights flashed to the side of her. The Thames to her right. A man was leaning over her, tending to her side. She tried to sit up. The man told her to relax before helping her to an upright position. Then he returned to the ambulance, having been dismissed by Cara. “The girl. Is the girl OK?” Lexi asked, looking around her. They were still underneath the bridge but other than her, the police and the paramedics, there was no girl. She hadn’t seen anyone but she had definitely heard the scream.
