Ringing the high-rise around the twentieth story were the safety nets Reece had wanted yesterday, the ones Grayson had told Whitman to install to protect the window washers. Only now, SPD officers were riding up the side of the building on the washers’ lifts—and that wasn’t a window washer caught in one of the nets.
Reece’s heart leaped.
It couldn’t be—
Grayson leaned against the open tailgate. “I didn’t kill your sister.”
Jamey.Reece covered his mouth. “Is she—”
“Alive. Some bruising, but this is your sister; she’s just gonna walk that off. She kicked the last of the madness too. She’s gonna be fine.”
Jamey was alive. Reece couldn’t stop staring at the scene in the sky, his heart pounding and fit to burst in his chest.
Then he realized what Grayson had done. “You knew the net was there.” He tore his eyes off Jamey and stared at Grayson. “You threw her into the net on purpose.”
Grayson shrugged.
Reece thought he might cry. “Why didn’t youtellme? On the roof?”
“You weren’t really in a place to listen.”
“But I could havekilled you!”
“You didn’t.”
A laugh escaped Reece, half sob, half hysterical. “You’re impossible.” He blinked back the hot wetness stinging his eyes. Jamey wasalive. “I’d hug you right now if it wouldn’t knock me out,” he said, wiping at his eyes as an officer walking by began whistling a happy little tune.
Grayson glanced at the officer. After a beat, he looked back at Reece as he lifted up a set of keys. “Ready to get out of the cuffs?”
Reece blinked. “I’m not under arrest?”
“I was under the impression you didn’t care for it the first time. Or the second. But if the third time’s the charm—”
“No, of course not, but—” Reece looked around, then lowered his voice. “I tried to kill you.”
Grayson shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect.”
“Even you can’t just blow that off!”
“It’s not like it makes you special. More than a dozen folks have already tried and it’s not even noon.”
“But Evan—”
“Mind the hands.”
Grayson bent, the movement shifting the sweatshirt’s crewneck to show the edge of white bandages beneath. Reece held very still as Grayson unlocked the cuffs, careful not to let their bare skin touch. “Will I ever be able to touch you without getting knocked out?”
Grayson raised an eyebrow.
“Hypothetically,” Reece hastily added, rubbing his wrists.
“You do remember I’m the one who put these cuffs on you?” Grayson said, as he tucked the handcuffs back onto his belt.
“Nobody’s perfect,” Reece echoed lightly, and don’t think he hadn’t noticed that wasn’t a straight-upno. “I’m surprised the cops got here so fast.”
“Mr. Lee called them.”
Reece furrowed his brow. He squinted at the group of officers at the base of the high-rise and realized that yes, there was Liam’s camel-colored coat in the sea of navy. Liam was wringing his hands, and his head was tipped far enough back to put a crick in his neck as he stared up at the officers bringing the lift to Jamey in the nets.
