Barnes walked to the bridge and descended the slope to the stream bank. The path under the bridge was on one side of the stream and he walked slowly under the bridge. He fished into his pocket and produced a small pocket torch which he clicked on. The path was a mess. There were newspapers scattered everywhere. Most were damp and sodden, but a few were bone dry. Barnes noted that the newspapers were spewing forth from a myriad of plastic carrier bags that lay close to the wall of the bridge. Barnes surveyed the bricks. There were hundreds if not thousands of them. He had no idea where to start...

excerpt from Nik Measures new novel (coming soon...!)