They entered the Bronx through the Hutchinson River Parkway drawbridge.
Malcolm stopped before the first lane and raised one hand. Everyone behind him stopped with him. The bridge stretched ahead under the noon light. Dead cars blocked parts of the road. Weeds had grown between cracks in the concrete. A delivery truck sat crooked near the center with its back doors hanging open.
No one moved on the other side.
That did not make it safe.
Arnulf crouched near the side barrier and looked down at the river below. The drawbridge was not lifted, but one section had shifted out of line. Not enough to stop them. Enough to make running dangerous.
"We can cross," Arnulf said.
Malcolm looked past him. "Slow."
Harry leaned one hand on Archie's shoulder. His breathing was already rough. "I love slow."
Archie glanced at him. "Are you feeling fine?"
Harry groaned. "Stop crowding me, Millers. Everyone will think you're my boyfriend."
Iyisha chuckled under her breath.
Archie did not.
