Chapter 2I survived? Daw shook his head in disbelief. He saw the street, looked up, and saw the edge of the roof where he’d been seconds before, and then looked down again. In front of him was a body, bloody, broken, the arms and legs bent at impossible angles—and he knew in that instant that he hadn’t survived.
“What the f**k? No way.” He held up his hand, and he could see through it. “It can’t be. I don’t believe in…in ghosts?”
Then he realized someone was screaming. A woman, obviously homeless from the look of her, in the alley across the street. He heard footsteps racing toward him, saw a man with a phone pressed to his ear. “Yeah, he fell from the roof,” the man was saying. “No. No way is he alive. Yes, sir, I’ll wait until the cops get here.” He pocketed the phone and took off runn
