Back Deeds of Autumn
Chapters (71)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Author’s Note
  70. Extract from Rites of Spring
  71. About the Author

Lisa helps Agnes to rig up her camera on its tripod over by the edge of the rock, and seems to be listening with interest as Agnes explains which lenses she can choose between, and what effect they have on the pictures.

Anna contemplates the area with fresh eyes. It isn’t particularly large, maybe forty to forty-five square metres, consisting mainly of rocks, flat stones and patches of grass. A circle of blackened stones marks the old fireplace; using that as her starting point, she tries to work out where the altercation happened. There are a few slightly deeper hollows nearby, and she guesses that Alex Morell must have pushed Simon’s face down into one of them.

She pictures Alex blocking the route down to the turning area, while Bruno and Carina ‘Caia Bianca’ Pedersen prevent Simon from getting to the tents. There is only one way he can go: straight up into the forest, just as Alex said. She tries to recreate his escape, but finds that it’s easier said than done. Between the forest behind the quarry and the small plateau on which she is standing, there are several metres of steep scree, and it takes her a number of attempts to reach the top. The trees at the edge are birches, but after a short distance the firs are so dense that she has to bend down in order to get through. She tries to go left towards the water, searching in vain for a path that will make her progress easier. The ground slopes upwards and is covered in a thick carpet of rotted needles, but here and there sharp stones protrude. She trips over one of them and bangs her knee on a tree root. She swears and manages to sit up. She can still hear Agnes and Lisa’s voices. She tries to imagine what they would sound like in the pouring rain; she probably wouldn’t have to go much further to be completely out of earshot. She gets to her feet and continues to fight her way around the back of the quarry. The rough terrain continues to climb upwards, there are more and more treacherous stones poking through, and eventually she realises that she has two choices. Either she can return to the forest, or she can keep going in the same direction and risk having to tackle the steep cliffs on the far side.

She chooses the latter option, and battles on for quite some time before the ground suddenly slopes downwards and she emerges into a small opening behind the top of one of the tallest cliffs.