James
Richard is already here, his face smudged with smoke but talking into a phone as he looks up. Will Stanton directs operations with a team armed and wearing helmets and flak jackets.
Michael scowls as he sees the Police Commissioner.
Of course, it was Will who planted the idea in Charlotte’s mind in the first place of her acting as bait….
It’s likely to be a while before those two are friends.
Michael heads across to talk to Richard.
High above, helicopters are buzzing the building, the top floors. Straining to look up, I walk slowly backwards, trying to get the angle to see what is happening.
Where is she?
The sky spits needles of sleet and repeatedly I have to wipe my eyes to see. As it is, sharp points of ice nip at my upturned face; a bleak contrast to the heated stink of
