The barricade looked taller than I remembered.
They'd added to it since my last visit, another layer of material across the top sections, reinforced at the joints, the whole thing sitting about half a meter higher than it had when Clara and I had first approached it. Marlon's people had been busy. Given everything happening with Callaghan, that wasn't surprising.
I stopped in front of it and listened.
Nothing obvious from the other side—no voices, no movement I could pick out over the ambient sound of the wind coming off the water.
"Anyone there?" I called up.
Silence for a moment.
Then a head appeared over the top—a man, leaning forward to peer down at us with a cautious look.
I recognized him. Theo if I remember. He was also there when I came with a wounded Clara.
He looked at me for a second, working something out behind his eyes.
"You're that guy," he said slowly. Less a greeting than a confirmation he was making to himself.
"Yeah," I said.
