tted her hand away as if it were

nsane? I won't give you an hour!" he s

ve a small, unconcerned laugh. "It seems

und and strode toward

n Kingsley's gut. "What are

ushed it open just wide enough for a person to slip through. A blast

bed onto the ledge, her slender body si

a few feet away, terrified that any su

her voice thin against the wind b

tched out into the open air like a fragile butterfly. "I hav

Ramsey family's younger daughter and her struggles

his!" He tried to keep his voice steady, bu

her you agree to my terms, or you watch me become a stain on the pavement. For the rest of y

way? They can't. They can't erase the judgment in peop

tine reputation. He couldn't imagine his name be

amily-everything

nderstand what kind of obsession would

, carried on the high-altitude wind, it sounded les

he police? That would only make it a bigger spectac

adwoman had pushed him in

forehead. He could see Gretta's thin body trembling slight

s a raw scrape from h

lit up, but sh

that kind of patience," Kingsley said,

at her. "One month. T

eeming to weigh the s

e. One month." She knew not to push t

ey held out his hand, h

a triumphant smile touched her lips. She sl

the smooth metal frame. It was a calculated move-she had planned this moment to

thought, he surged forward, his hand clampin

planted his feet, using every ounce of his str

cold. Kingsley could feel his own heart hammering

bling from the effort, and roare

rful, steady rhythm of his heart. A secret, satis