The Move

Prologue

For a moment, she thought nothing was happening, that the scaffolding wasn’t going to give, but the savage wind was helping her and she felt movement underfoot.

She wrapped her arms round the metal corner bar and got her feet against the wall, putting her back into it, trying to ignore the huge clots of icy snow pelting her face, and with a sudden wrench she felt the scaffolding peel away from the house, ripped off by the wind, the metal poles flying like matchsticks, the wooden planks collapsing under her feet.

She saw his look of incredulity and shock, and then they were both falling, in a blur of wood and metal, a cascade of spars and planks and debris, and she mentally braced herself for the impact that was about to come—