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