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home. Otherwise she might be walking a ledge herself before the day ended. |
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D.J. walked over to the window and stuck out her head. ''Lakeview Police, Mr. Packard. What do you say to coming inside and having a little talk with us?" |
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The man continued to stand on the ledge, the heels of his shoes against the brick building, his toes in open air. His arms remained outflung for balance, pressed to the brick, as well. At least he wasn't looking down, which was always a bad choice under the circumstances. He didn't answer her question, didn't even look her way. |
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D.J. looked down. The crowd was multiplying, as crowds always seemed to do in such situations. Before too long Lou would have a real problem on his hands. She'd better get this guy in as quickly as she could. |
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She looked back up and froze. The woman from her bedroom hovered directly in front of her. |
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"Get out of here," D.J. hissed. "Go away!" |
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"Not until you get back inside the building. What kind of guardian would I be if I let you climb out on a ledge?" |
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Someone grasped D.J.'s hips and jerked her back into the room. A big smile appeared on the angel's face just before she disappeared. D.J. spun around and smacked the heels of her hands against McCall's solid chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" |
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"Getting you out of my way." He released her and |
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