The wind kept moving after the case landed.
It followed them across the bridge and curled around the far receiver, dragging frost, broken labels, and old dust into a spinning ring. The six sweeping arms behind them kept moving in the same pattern, but now every pass fed the side vents harder.
The cables over the gap began to hum.
Ty kept his good shoulder against the case while the wheels settled into the far lock. The receiver had caught the front and rear guides, but the wind reached under the glass from behind and tried to pull the whole case back toward open air.
"The case is locked, but the wind is pulling against the lock," Ty said. "It feels like all six vents are still connected to the bridge."
JJ looked back at the spinning frost over the rails.
"Then the bridge is trying to reclaim its terrible property," she said. "I vote we make it deeply disappointed with us."
