Bridge Of Spies Novel Novels & Stories

Elias called after me. "To get some answers," I said. The drive to Highway 47 took forty-five minutes. The old bridge was in a remote area, surrounded by thick forest. It had been abandoned for years, ever since they built the new highway. I parked my truck and walked to the center of the bridge. It was getting dark, and the shadows between the trees looked deeper than they should have. Every instinct I had was telling me this was a trap, but I had to know what this person knew about my family.

But what was the science behind it? Before she could say more, I instinctively glanced around, searching for that cursed doll. It was gone. But in its place, I spotted a different stuffed toy—a pink plush doll, same size, same spot. On its chest was a big red heart pierced clean through by a sharp arrow. I picked it up and flipped it over. Just like before, there was a note stuck to the back. But this time, the name wasn't Colin's. It said Brady Stevenson—my name.

Havermouth, Present Time Aislen was aware of the civilian speculation as her mates joined the huddle with Meguitte, Connery, Leighton, and Sigrid. The nine of them standing by the bridge, overlooking the river, stood out, especially after the dragons’ comings and goings, and she could feel the speculations of those working on emptying the buildings. Most viewed the arrival of Aislen and her mates and the gathering with Sigrid, Meguitte, Connery, and Leighton as ill-tidings. They weren’t wrong.

Several emails vanished without leaving a trace. "Contact the relevant departments. Seal off the cross-river bridge. Don't let word leak out." Jimmy drove the car onto the bridge. Ten minutes later, there were no other vehicles in sight. Chris got out of the car, guided his wheelchair to the edge, and looked down silently at the dark, unfathomable river below. The riverbank was bitterly cold at night. His face was pale to the point of lifeless gray. Jimmy was deeply uneasy. The bridge stood more than twenty meters above the water. Even if one didn't drown, the fall alone would be fatal.

“And now we know why.” The city rolled past in silence. Somewhere behind us, a townhouse burned, one more secret erased too late. But this time, we had the spark. All we needed was a match. I stared at the flash drive in front of me, I hoped the data on it was worth more than gold, worth more than any treasure I had ever sought in my criminal career. And now it was in our hands. But Maria was dead. Killed by Victor, Powell’s ruthless enforcer. And we had barely escaped with our lives.

CHAPTER TWENTY 1 “WHAT THE HELL are you doing here?” came a voice from behind them, just as Tom was hiking his work boots on. They all turned together, and when Richard saw Chip Priewe standing at the mouth of the Anasazi Bridge by the metal A-frame sign, it felt as though ice-cold river water had suddenly seeped into his stomach, filling it. “Answer me,” said the police chief, smacking on Clorets gum. “This bridge is closed to the public. What are you doing here?”

This bridge wasn't just a set for a movie; it was a giant, elevated execution platform. "He's in the lab, Mia," she said, her voice dropping to a silken, lethal purr. "And the lab is connected to the bridge's structural mainframe. If you want to save him, you have to choose. The Engine, or the President." She held up a small, black remote the master trigger. A sudden, sharp crack of a rifle echoed from the towers. A bullet struck the asphalt inches from Elena's hand, the force of the impact sending the remote skidding across the bridge toward the edge. We both dived for it.

The air crackled with a tension thicker than the battle’s. “Explain,” he said. The word was soft. Deadly. My mouth was dust. “The bridge… it was a decoy. I realized they’d come here. For the Den.” The lie was the only shield I had left. “You realized.” He didn’t raise his voice. It was worse. “From your position on the bridge, you realized an attack was coming miles away, through a hidden pass you were not scouting.” “I… I saw a bird. Flying wrong. I heard things—”

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

Narrow and perfect. I dashed across. Halfway through, I stopped. Turned around. Faced them head-on. The first wave of soldiers rounded the bend below, horses frothing, boots pounding the cobblestones. They spotted me at the top of the bridge, alone, breathing heavily but unbroken. One shouted, “Surrender!” I lifted the stolen spear. And threw it—not at them but at the weak support beam under the bridge’s railing. The wood cracked. They hesitated.