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Saturday, October 19, 10:02 a.m. She aims the gun at my heart. “Go on, Colin. Jump.” We’re on the Capilano Suspension Bridge. Far below, Capilano River swirls and foams over the jagged canyon rocks. I step sideways to glance down. The bridge sways. My guts twist. Ray steps sideways, too. In her white-knuckle grip, the gun follows me like a homing device. “You’re going to jump,” she says. “If you don’t, I’ll shoot you.” She can’t mean it, not with those picnickers back there, in the park. She can’t take the chance they’ll look up. She’s bluffing. She has to be. I think of that rushing current, those sharp, pointy rocks. “Forget it,” I tell her. Ray shrugs, and fires.