Half a building hanging off the edge? If Michael remembered correctly, Silas Vane's hospital stood thirty-two stories high.
And Evelyn suffered from severe, paralyzing acrophobia. If she hadn't been driven to irrecoverable despair, she could never have brought herself to stand anywhere near that ledge.
The moment the call ended, Michael rose from his chair and strode out of the office.
By the time his car screeched to a halt outside the main entrance of Silas Vane's hospital, a large crowd had gathered, pointing wildly toward the rooftop. The fire department had already deployed huge emergency air cushions across the ground level.
Michael looked up. High above, a tiny, frail silhouette sat on the concrete ledge.
A crushing sense of loss enveloped him once more. Panic, terror, and absolute fury surged through his veins, driving him to sprint toward the building at top speed.
