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slipped out the back when she wasn't watching. No such luck. He wrote studiously in a small notebook. At her movement he looked up and smiled. |
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D.J.'s breath caught. He was downright handsome when he smiled. The warm brown eyes glared with an inner light she envied. |
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D.J. turned to face front without returning the smile. She saw no reason to encourage him. When two weeks passed she'd be back at work, and he'd be off doing whatever children's book writers did. |
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"Here we are." Lou pulled to a stop in front of a ten-story office building in the business section of Lakeview. He leaned forward and looked up. "And there he is." |
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D.J. released her seat belt and got out of the car, looking up toward the top of the building. Sure enough, a man perched on the ledge far above them, arms outstretched as though ready for flight. A sizable crowd had already gathered below, waiting for the show. |
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"Hey, you, mister," D.J. shouted. The man looked down, whirling his arms a few times to regain his balance. "You're causing a scene. Get off the ledge." |
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"I think getting off is what he's got planned," McCall said as he unfolded himself from the squad car and stood next to her. |
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The crowd, most of whom were students from the nearby high school out on their lunch break, began to chant, "Jump! Jump! Jump!" |
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D.J. let out a harsh breath of irritation. "Just what we need." She turned to Lou as he came around the car and joined them on the sidewalk. "I'll go up. You take care of the riot down here." |
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