Tremaine's son, Victor. He had inherited his father's cruelty but none of his patience. He stood on the edge of the hole, flanked by men with rifles.
She smiled.
The first leap was the worst: a five-story gap onto a swaying crane arm. Her sneakers—held together with tape and willpower—scraped the metal. She didn't stop. Momentum was her only ally. She vaulted a rusted railing, slid under a collapsed beam, and kicked off a wall into a spinning dive through a shattered window. mshahdt fylm Brick Mansions 2014 mtrjm - may syma 1
Lina looked at the transmitter. Fifteen feet away. A rusted ladder, then a short climb.
She ran.
Now, Lina ran for a different reason.
No one had tried it in seven years. The last man who did fell twelve stories. They still called the crater "Marco's Grave." Tremaine's son, Victor
At the top, the red light blinked once, then twice.