Catwalk

The catwalk groaned and swayed. The stretcher was too wide for the walk’s handrails, so they had to keep it chest-high as they inched across, Gentry at the front with his gloved hands clamped around the rails on either side of the sleeper’s feet. Slick had the heavy end, the head, with the batteries and all that gear; he could feel Cherry creeping along behind him. He wanted to tell her to get back, that they didn’t need her weight on the walk, but somehow he couldn’t.

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Mona Lisa Overdrive ch 13