chapter Four
Heights
Sunrise was still hours away when the metallic tick of a key meeting the lock echoed across the room. I leapt to my feet; we had only seconds before they would see us. I reached for Emily, meaning to cover her mouth and sweep her from the chair, but she was already standing, apparently too on edge for real sleep. Her eyes were wide in the darkness and I was struck again by the resemblance to her sister.
The key turned and I grabbed Emily’s wrist. I’d secured the door, but they would see in soon enough, and I didn’t want them to know how close they’d gotten.
I slipped through the window first, perching awkwardly on the thin metal framework that surrounded it as I pulled Emily through behind me. She automatically began to climb down, but I stopped her. She glanced at my grip on her arm and then back at me questioningly. I shook my head and pointed up. It was hard to tell in the dim light of the distant street lamps, but I was pretty sure her face went pale.
I stood, releasing her arm to climb higher, and trusted that she would follow. Paint cracked beneath my fingers on the wrought iron, flaking down to the alley below. Seven flights. Eight. I looked back for Emily.
Her hands were shaking as she reached above her head for another piece of railing. She froze when the solid thud of someone shouldering into an old wood door sounded below. In our room.
“Faster,” I whispered, wincing at my shoulder as I reached again for the balustrade overhead. We had three more stories before they were to the window. And only moments after that before they realized we weren’t on the street below. If we could make it, we’d be safe.
A quiet gasp and the squeak of rubber against metal seemed to fracture the air and I pushed away from the wall to see Emily hanging by a tenuous handhold while her feet dangled beneath her. I started to shuffle back down but she regained her footing and pulled herself once more to the relative safety of the railing.
I watched her climb until she was only two flights from the roof.
The railing didn’t reach far enough, so I clung to the block where I could find dips, edges, anything to grip, but I was barely able to secure my footing. The last few feet were a credit to the soles of my shoes and sheer luck, and I knew Emily wouldn’t be able to follow on her own. As soon as I had hold of the ledge, I looked for her, and for the window below.
Emily was a flight down, still climbing.
A dark shape leaned from the window of our room.
I pulled myself up silently, and immediately hooked my foot behind a roof vent to lean back over the ledge. Emily was frantically searching the wall for her next handhold and I reached out, motioning for her to take my hand. Her expression went incredulous for one moment, and then, as if remembering why we were scaling a twelve-story building, she looked for the window below.
Her chest was heaving when she looked up at me again. I couldn’t say that I blamed her. She was eleven and half stories up, barely hanging on by less than sturdy decorative railings, and the man below us wanted to kill her. I wished I could say her name. Distract her. Something. But all I could do was offer my hand, tell her with my eyes it would be okay.
She stared at my outstretched hand, completely immobilized with fear. Her knuckles were white, and no doubt her bloodless fingers would give in soon. Her eyes moved to meet mine, and I could see the reluctant reasoning she was doing in her stare.
She would have to trust me.
Below her, the man looked up. I didn’t move my gaze from Emily’s, only held my hand steady, willing her to take it.
The man climbed onto the ledge outside our window and the old wrought iron creaked. A silent gasp registered on Emily’s face, but I couldn’t stop her from looking down.
“Emily.” My whisper was harsh, demanding, and fell upon deaf ears.
The man reached for the balustrade above his head, and began to heft himself toward us.
I repeated her name, this time above a whisper. I didn’t suppose it mattered now.
Emily looked back to me, and it was as if all the emotion I’d expected from her through our entire ordeal, all of the natural responses I’d been denied, hit her in that one moment.
“Take my hand,” I said levelly.
She swallowed hard. Her eyes stayed on me as she concentrated on uncurling her fingers from the grip she had on the railing. The metal below creaked in a way it had not with our weight as the man progressed upward. I nodded as Emily forced one finger at a time free from their fossilized positions.
When she finally reached a trembling hand for mine, my chest began to unknot. I almost had her. We would make it. All that was left was to get her within my grip, pull her to the roof, and…
The creak of metal was different this time, somehow final. It cut through my thoughts just before it erupted into more: a metallic groan and crack, then clinks, then the heavy thud of weighted flesh slamming repeatedly against rail and block and…
“No.” I tried to hold Emily’s gaze, tried to force her to stay with me instead of looking down, to reach those few extra inches and take my hand. But she didn’t.
It was poor timing to say the least. A sickening, wet thwump was followed by only the echo of clanging metal as the piece that gave landed beside the broken body on the alley floor, and then bounced a few times before settling to its own death.
“Emily,” I repeated, surprised that my tone so resembled begging, “please.”
She was panting now, a kind of noiseless, heaving panic taken over when she looked back to me. But that didn’t scare me as much as the tears.
“Take my hand,” I said. “Take my hand and it will all be okay.”
Her face twisted in disbelief, horror. How could it ever be okay?
“You’ll be safe. Just take my hand and you will be safe.”
Don’t think about the bloody bits of man below you. Don’t think about it. Take my hand.
She reached for me again, and I wondered if my sway had finally worked, if I’d finally gotten through to her. Her palm was slick with sweat, but I’d have to do with the grip I had. There was no way I could trust my other shoulder, my recently broken shoulder, to pull her up.
We stared at each other for a long moment while she convinced herself to let go with her other hand.
“I’ve got you, Emily.” I nodded. “Let go, use your feet against the building and grab hold of my arm.”
Her eyes closed in one long blink, and when she opened them, the rest of her weight pulled against our connected hands. Her other palm smacked against my forearm and clung an instant before her right sneaker slipped from its brace on the bricks. As she dangled there, the terror in her expression was suddenly gone, and determination took its place.
She found her footing again, gritted her teeth, and pushed upward as I pulled, both of us struggling to bring her to the safety of the roof. There was a fleeting moment of mindless scrabbling at the ledge, and then she was over, rushing forward as I got to my feet, and I dragged her away from the edge and into my arms out of reflex, pulling her body close to mine.
I’d like to think she shared in the instant of joy and utter relief, but after some brief, unnamed time, I suddenly realized her body had gone rigid. And that I was hugging her.
I slowly relaxed my arms and stepped back. “I… I’m sorry.” Why was I apologizing?
Emily stared blankly at me and I wanted badly for her to say something. Anything.
“Emily…”
She went pale and leaned forward as if to heave, started toward the ledge with that intent, and then appeared to remember what was below.
She swallowed hard, and I fought the urge not to laugh in a strange surge of hysteria. She would just not be sick, then. I shook my head. My chest finally allowed me a full, deep breath, and I took it gratefully.
Given that our pursuer lay smashed at the bottom of the building, we weren’t in such a dire hurry as we had been. But I had no desire to be on the rooftop when the police showed up, if anyone had actually noticed the commotion. As soon as Emily had gathered herself enough to move, I helped her cross to the empty building three rooftops over.
There were no real gaps between the buildings, so it wasn’t as if she had to leap across, but Emily couldn’t stop glancing nervously down.
“Do you need to rest for a minute?” I asked as we approached the structure that housed the access door on the last roof.
She shook her head. “Just get me down.”
I tried not to smile. “You’re all right now. We’ll get out of here and find a new place to stay until morning.”
She didn’t reply, only stayed on my heels with her head down, so I kept talking.
“This is an old office building. It was closed years ago, no one will be in it.”
I picked up a discarded piece of metal to pry the lock before I realized it had already been busted, and hoped I was right about the building being empty.
“There is access to the parking garage on the second floor, and then we’ll just slip out and take a quick run to somewhere new.” Somewhere no people are, no one Morgan can direct, I thought as I drew open the door.
She followed me wordlessly as I grabbed a flashlight and a few tools from the maintenance area beside the access door, and then quickly located the stairwell. When we reached the second floor, I stopped to let her rest, but she didn’t appear to need it as much as I had expected. She must have been on the track team, or maybe a marathoner, because the last few days were beginning to wear on even me.
We moved from the stairwell across the vacant office, which was only discernible from the carpet discoloration in the shape of cubicle walls, and found the hallway that led to the garage entrance.
“Hold this,” I said, handing Emily the flashlight.
She held it steady, but stepped back when I took a screwdriver much like the one she’d nearly killed me with from my pocket. I worked the locks loose and pried the door open far enough to bust the catch free, and then tossed the tools to the ground once we were through. They clattered, and it echoed with our footfalls across the dark, empty parking garage as we ran through the concrete expanse.
Fortunately, the first level was partially underground, so the leap needed to reach the ground was not deadly. However, you couldn’t have told Emily that.
“No,” she said, staring down at what was once a patch of manicured lawn between two concrete curbs.
“What?” I glanced right and left, nearly certain no one was in the shadows.
She stepped back from the ledge. “Let’s just use the door.”
“We can’t, the lock there is—” I stared at her. “Are you afraid of heights?”
The dim light from outside hid her face where she stood, so I moved the flashlight to see her. The blush of embarrassment her cheeks held turned immediately to a flush of anger. “No.”
I glanced back down to hide my grin. It really wasn’t that far, but the shadows probably made it seem twice as bad to her eyes. I’d have to lead her across the ledge to the lowest slant and we could jump from there. If she admitted it, the whole thing would be easier on both of us. Besides, she’d just scaled a twelve-story building.
“I don’t see the problem,” I said.
She huffed. Crossed her arms. “I’m not doing it. It’s stupid.”
I held the flashlight again to her face and shrugged. “There’s no other way. If you’re afraid—”
She suddenly came at me, or at least that was what I thought was happening, and I jumped back. But she shoved past me and climbed onto the concrete half wall surrounding the garage.
“Emily, wait.”
But it was too late, I was talking to air. I stared blankly into the night for a moment, and then sighed. This girl was so not Brianna.