"L. Lee Lowe - Mortal Ghost" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lowe L Lee)

'Where did you spend the night?'

Jesse shrugged.

'You look like you've slept under a bridge.'

He gave her a mocking half-smile and pointed towards the Old Bridge.

She was shocked but tried to conceal it. Studying her surreptitiously, he wondered exactly how old she was.
With her face so expressive, it was hard to tell. She wouldn't make a good liar: that smile would give her
away, those eyes. There was something about her ...

Just before they passed under the bridge, Sarah stopped and gazed up at the stone parapets.

'Not a good place to sleep,' she said.

'There's worse,' Jesse said.

'I don't like it.'

'Why? It's a handsome structure. Look at the curved coping stones above the spandrels and wing walls. And
the projecting courses at road level. All good solid features typical of the period.'

Sarah was astonished. 'You know a lot about it.'

'Not really. Just from my reading.'

She indicated the stone dogs guarding both ends of the parapets with bared teeth. 'They scare me.'

'They're only statues.'

'Maybe ...' She shook her head. 'There are too many legends about this bridge. It's supposed to be unlucky.
That's why a lot of people won't use it. You wouldn't get me to spend a night here, alone, for anything.'

Jesse teased her. 'How do you know I was alone?'

She blushed easily. 'Sorry. I didn't mean ... I mean, I didn't mean to ...' A futile attempt to hold back a peal of
amusement. 'I'm getting myself all twisted up over nothing, aren't I?'

He liked her willingness to laugh at herself. 'I was alone.'

'All the more reason to find someplace else to sleep.'
Chapter 2 10

'I can look after myself.'

Her eyes took him in from head to foot, not missing much. 'Listen, it's really not a good place to hang out --
not alone, and especially not at night. There've been several murders underneath the bridge. Just last year
someone found the body of a man who'd been beaten to death and left on the bank.'