A/N: Thanks so much for all your wonderful thoughts.

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Chapter 18 – The Jump

Edward

She's locked herself in James's room, and if I shove myself against the door any harder, I run the risk of being heard. This is bad; this is really fucking bad, and just as I start to think that things can't get any worse, Alice provides me a covert negation of that belief over our earpieces.

"James, I'm sure Maria will be back soon. It actually is a bit stuffy in here. So, why don't you tell me about all these degrees and certificates you've got hanging on the walls here?"

Fuck. James is growing anxious about Bella's whereabouts. As much as I want to bust down this door, I need to get back to James and distract him before he comes looking for Bella.

"Christ, Bella," I hiss against the door, "you'd better be there."

Fighting against instinct, I walk away, taking the steps down two at a time.

Rosalie counts down over my earpiece. "Thirteen minutes, Edward."

"Okay, I've managed to get a partial visual of Cat Girl from this angle," Emmett says. "She seems to be…standing on the bed? What the hell is she doing?"

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I try to clear my mind of any attempt to puzzle out what the hell she's doing in there because my main focus right now has to be keeping James from looking for her in the next thirteen minutes. Unfortunately, when I pull my hand away from my face and look up, I find Alec loitering at the foot of the steps with David, one of the Horizon Pharm guys. The grin on Alec's face raises the fine hairs on my arms and my scalp. It's the grin of a snake who's caught you red-handed with the proverbial apple.

I'm instantly on high alert, but I finish my descent with feigned calm, rearranging my expression into one of blasé impassiveness.

"Alec, David." I offer them a nod in greeting. "What's going on, guys?"

"Tony." He pronounces my name as if we're good friends, which we're not, and it coils my stomach all the more. He rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet, a self-satisfied motion. "Just walking around. David here and I grew bored waiting for dinner, and we decided to take a walk…maybe find a nice quiet corner…"

I don't like the way his lip curls when he mentions a 'quiet corner' – not at all.

Nonetheless, I shrug nonchalantly. "Yeah well, don't let me keep you. Enjoy yourselves." I make to move around them as if heading back to the library, while Rosalie and Emmett issue another time update and another Cat Girl update, respectively, over my earpiece.

"Eleven minutes, Edward."

"Why is she pulling that off the wall?"

"So how long have you been fucking her?"

I stop short as every muscle in my body momentarily ceases its function.

"Shit," Emmett hisses.

When I turn, I do so with deliberate leisure.

"My girlfriend? That's really none of your concern, Alec."

Alec chuckles. "You know very well I'm not referring to your girlfriend; I'm talking about James' girlfriend, Maria. How long have you been fucking her?"

"Shit!" Rose snaps. "Ten minutes, Edward. Do you need back up?"

"And this painting over here," Alice says, "tell me all about this one, James."

What's that saying, 'In for a penny, in for a pound?' I'm all in at this point, so I make a split-second decision to call Alec's bluff, make one last attempt to salvage this situation; otherwise, at least one of us in this room won't be finishing up the evening alive.

"Alec, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, and for your own good, I suggest you quit that bullshit unless you want James to hear you talking garbage about his girlfriend. I doubt he'll appreciate that."

At this, Alec peeks over at David, and they both share a laugh.

"Really, Tony?" Alec's gaze sweeps past the staircase and comes to rest on the unseen, darkened space beneath. "In that case, just who were you whispering so intimately with under the stairs? And don't tell me it was with your girlfriend because we just left her back at the library. And who did you just chase up the stairs?"

"Damn it, Edward, you've got nine minutes to deal with this."

"Cat Girl's really struggling to pull that painting off the wall."

Squaring my jaw, I clench my teeth and meet Alec's gaze head-on.

"Like I said, I have no clue-"

Alec huffs. "You know what? Yeah, let's bring James in here and ask him if he knows where his little piece of ass is-"

Before he can finish his sentence, I yank out my concealed weapon from the holster hidden in my jacket, aiming it at Alec and David.

"Either of you makes a fucking sound, and I'll put a bullet in you. Now, put your hands up where I can see them, turn slowly and silently, and we're all going to walk out that door."

"I always knew there was a reason why I didn't like you, you fucking piece of shit!" Alec hisses contemptuously as both he and David lift their hands. "But no, James wouldn't listen. He trusted you completely, that stupid asshole."

"Seven minutes, Edward."

"Shut the fuck up," I growl, "and walk out that door."

They both glare at me with pure murder in their eyes, chests heaving.

"Holy shit, I think Swan's found something behind that picture over James's bed! It's a safe!"

Alec and David both spin around, and I follow, pulse racing.

"Swan just pulled out some nifty little tools from her overnight bag. Holy fuck, she came prepared."

And though I'm hearing it all, I've got about six minutes to get these two assholes out of here before James realizes that they're missing now too. Then, I've got to come back in and make sure that Bella's out before-

Almost at the door, David whips around and charges for the gun, the stupid bastard. When I pull the trigger, the silenced bullet slams into his chest. His body jerks back and just misses the door before it thumps against the marble floors.

Alec decides to take advantage of the distraction caused by David's rotten luck, and he lunges for the gun, wrapping his hands around it before I can aim. He shoves my hands down, throwing wild punches with his other hand. One hit connects with my face, and I reel back, still clutching the gun with one hand and returning the blows with the other. He hurls back, but I suppose desperation makes us even stupider. Again, he comes for me and the gun. When I pull the trigger, his eyes grow wide as if he has no idea what he ever did in his life to end up like this. Then, he slinks to the floor, landing next to David.

"Cullen! Cullen, what the hell's going on?" Emmett demands through the earpiece.

"Edward!" Rosalie cries. "Edward! Are you okay?"

As I glare at the bodies in front of me, my breathing hard and shallow, all I can think of is getting them out of here as swiftly as possible, so I can get Bella out before she ends up in a similar predicament.

"I need the Clean and Clear team, stat," I hiss.

"Move in for a clean and clear!" Whitlock shouts. "Five minutes, people!"

"Alice, we've got this under control," I say, knowing Alice is likely freaking out about now, hearing all this go down, "but you have to keep James busy."

"James, Anthony tells me you're the man to go to for investment advice. See, I've got this savings account…"

When I open the front door, a black van pulls up across the street, and three agents jump out, bound up the steps three at a time. Sparing only the hastiest glances and nods toward me, they proceed to get their job done. James' security system was disabled a short while earlier, so none of this will be picked up or monitored by anyone other than our people. With all possible scenarios having been examined and dissected before the operation, the 'Clean and Clear' team does exactly that – two agents pick up the bodies and hastily descend the steps, while the other agent speed cleans the scene to rid it of any visible or odorous remnants. The entire operation takes about ninety seconds, and when they're done, the black van speeds off.

"Em, do you still have a visual on her?" I fire out rapidly while I make my way back into the townhouse, raking a hand through my hair, drawing in a deep breath and forcing the calm exterior to return.

"Yeah. She's still trying to get the safe open. Damn it, Swan, just fucking leave it!" he snaps as if she can hear him, almost as unnerved and out of patience as I am. Almost.

"What the hell does she want?" Rosalie says. "She can't take anything from the house! We've got warrants! Everything in there belongs to us!"

"Two minutes, Edward," Whitlock says.

"Whitlock, I need more time," I plead, making my way to the staircase.

"We're out of time. If she doesn't get out of there now she'll be taken into custody along with the rest."

"Fuck that." I take the steps three at a time, three-quarters of the way up before I hear Alice over my earpiece.

"I'll come with you to look for her, James, if you don't mind. I think I need some fresh air too."

My fingers stretch out wide, numb for a moment before I curl them into fists at my sides, squeezing my eyes shut then reopening them as I bound down the steps. I make it to the hallway just as James and Alice emerge from the other end.

"Elayna, sweetheart, I was just coming to find you." Strolling calmly to Alice, I weave my hand through hers and brush my lips against her mouth.

"That's fine, babe. James was keeping me company."

James, however, appears exceedingly anxious. "Tony, have you seen Maria? She went out for air a while ago and hasn't returned."

I pull down my lips and raise my brows in one of those 'I have no idea' expressions, simultaneously shrugging and shaking my head.

"No, I can't say I have."

James' brow furrows, and he exhales audibly. "Alec and David are missing too, but knowing those two…" Meeting my eyes, his frown deepens. "Where were you, anyway, Tone?"

Alice replies for me. "Oh, I asked him to run out and get something for me from the car. Did you get it?"

From the opposite pocket of my suit jacket, where my smoking gun still rests, I pull out a small box and hand it to Alice.

"Here you go."

I offer her a soft, accompanying smile, another prearranged ruse; one of the many scenarios we visualized and took into consideration in the hours while planning this raid: What if Tony has to take someone out beforehand in order to save the operation? What if James needs to be kept in the library for an extended period of time? What if Tony disappears from the party for a long while, and James grows suspicious of his whereabouts? Unfortunately, there was no plan for 'What if Bella locks herself in James' bedroom, and turns the room upside down in search of…something?'

James shudders and claps me on the shoulder because God forbid some men are presented with a sure sign of their inability to fuck their woman for a handful of days.

"Better you than me, man. Maria is free and clear this weekend." He grins broadly, salaciously, happily.

"One minute," Rosalie calls out. "All agents in position."

Bella is still up there, and I've got about fifty-five seconds in which to decide how things will end better for her – if I allow her to be apprehended with the rest…or if I pull my gun out right now and-

"She's got it open! She's got it open!" Emmett yells.

"Seriously, where the hell is Maria?" James asks, his gaze panning toward the door – until a thud – slight yet definite abruptly resounds across the ceiling, directly under his bedroom. Now, James' confused gaze shoots upward.

"Hey, James is that dinner ever going to be ready?" Alice asks. Sliding her arms through mine, she attempts to guide me back toward the library, keeping up our charade to the very end…but my feet won't budge. James' eyes narrow, his gaze still on the ceiling, the creases on his forehead deepening.

"Thirty seconds," Rose announces. "Agents Cullen and Brandon, be ready. They're coming in."

"Swan is emptying out the safe!"Emmett shouts. "She's throwing everything into her bag and- Wait! She just snatched something. Fuck, I can't see from this angle!"

"Goddamnit!" Rosalie growls. "That's our evidence! All agents move in! Now, now, now!"

God, no. Bella…

When James moves toward the staircase briskly, I'm right behind him, my hand closing around my weapon, Alice's grip closing around my arm-

The door flies open, splintering at the hinges. Whitlock is at the front, all in black and wearing his bulletproof 'FBI' vest, which instantly announces to James' just who busted into his house.

With her wits still about her, Alice gasps in feigned shock, while James freezes on the staircase.

"FBI! No one move!"

"What the fuck?"

Gun held steadily in one hand, Whitlock clearly displays his badge in the other while a dozen other field agents move in behind him. "Go! Go!" he orders. A third of the agents remain in the foyer with us while the rest rush through the rest of the house – including up the staircase. Alice digs her nails into my forearm when I try to break free, and then, a few things happen in quick succession.

The sound of shattering glass rings out from upstairs.

James' pulls his shocked glare away from the agents and sweeps it back toward his bedroom.

"What the- Maria!"

But he doesn't hear what I hear.

"Swan's standing on the window ledge, but it's a fifteen-foot drop. She can't possibly be thinking of- holy shit!"

My heart drops, sinks down to my feet, and pools around James' marble floors. Bile rolls in the pit of my stomach, and I squeeze my eyes shut to keep myself from vomiting.

Apparently having noted my reaction, James attributes it to the current scene.

"Hey, Tony, relax."

"She made it! She made it!"

"What the hell is this?" James continues, scowling at Whitlock. "You have no right-"

"Doctor James Penn?" Whitlock asks.

James offers a terse nod.

Whitlock addresses me, still playing alone. "Doctor Anthony Masen?"

Chest heaving, I merely nod.

"All agents on the ground, Swan is not to be apprehended. I repeat! Do not approach Swan! Fuck, she's fast! Woohoo!"

When I exhale through narrowed lips, again James mistakes the reason for my reaction.

"Calm down, Tony. These assholes have no right to be here. Just calm down."

"No! This is bullshit!" Rosalie snaps. "That 'Do not apprehend' applied before she stole evidence from the scene. She needs to be taken into custody now!"

"NO!" Everyone in the room turns their eyes toward me, almost all of them with a clear understanding of who I was speaking to, but with James in the room, no one can react.

"But she's taken evidence from the scene! We have to get her!"

"Rosalie, we're not to approach her," Emmett reminds her. "Once we extract Edward and Alice from that scene, Edward will find her."

"Fuck that!" A loud roar and then a sharp bang, the sound of someone wrenching open van doors and then slamming them shut resounds like someone slamming their hands down angrily over field equipment.

Whitlock ignores the shit-fest occurring in the surveillance van.

"Doctor Penn, we have warrants for your arrest as well as for the arrest of you, Doctor Masen, and of Alec Sands, Kate Nixon, Frank Ryans, David Silvers and Phil Trent. We also have a warrant to search the entire property."

"Fuck you!" James spits.

"The hell with this! Swan's taken evidence from the scene, and we have to make sure we retrieve it all! Agents Stewart and Sanchez, let's go!"

"I said no!"

"It's fine, Tony, I'll take care of these assholes."

"Agent Cullen, your brother made it clear that no one is to approach Swan other than he! Rosalie! Aww, fuck!"

Throwing back my head, I curse at the heavens. "FUCK!"

"Tony, my lawyers will take care of this. Just stay quiet. They have nothing on us."

"Anthony, honey," Alice says in an even tone, "calm down. Everything will be okay."

My fingers dig into my palms, and it's all I can do not to look at him, not to blow this case wide open and just serve up justice right here and now – but if I do, who'll be there for Bella? Who'll take care of this clusterfuck that's taking shape around me, that's brewing like a storm growing worse by the minute?

"Be advised," Emmett announces, "Agents R. Cullen, Stewart, and Sanchez are in pursuit of Isabella Swan. They're currently heading down North Moore…"

Meanwhile, we're read our rights.

"Dr. James Penn, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say…" He cuffs James while continuing, and the other agent cuffs me while reading me my rights.

"Rosalie, what's your position?" Emmett demands.

Rosalie provides her position, while a field agent finishes Mirandizing me. Meanwhile, a teary-eyed Kate, as well as Frank and Phil, the three handcuffed as well, are led back into the foyer by a few agents.

"James, Tony, what's happening?" Kate cries.

Ignoring her, I maintain my gaze forward. If I look at her and at the crocodile tears running down her face, I might lose it.

"We'll take care of it, Kate," James answers. "Don't worry about it. Just a misunderstanding."

"I'll call your lawyer, baby," Garrett promises, following behind Kate and the agents. "It'll be okay. I'll call the lawyer."

"I'll call your lawyer too, Tony," Alice promises.

Finally, fucking finally, the agent who read me my rights grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door before I end this charade myself.

"Load him in the second van," Whitlock says. "I'll take the first, and we'll meet you down at Headquarters."

The agent nods and leads me away. As I pass him, James eyes me carefully.

"Not a word, Tony, until the lawyers arrive."

I nod in reply because if I open my mouth right now, I'll fucking tell this bastard to go fuck himself. But before the agent pulls me away, James' gaze travels up the stairs one last time. Snorting, he shakes his head.

"Fucking Maria."

OOOOO

Two field agents accompany me into the van, and when we turn the corner, I explode and expel all my fury, fear, and frustration.

"Get these fucking handcuffs off of me right now!"

The agents pull over, and the one next to me fumbles with the cuffs, finally getting them off. Climbing over the seat, I push the driver out of the way and order them both out of the van.

"Get the fuck out!"

Then, I yell into my earpiece as I speed off with no fucking clue in what direction to head.

"Rosalie, where the hell are you?"

"I've caught up to her by the warehouses on Greenwich, but she ran when I called out!"

"Goddamnit, Rosalie! Stand down!"

But Rosalie is defiant. "No way. She took evidence from the scene, Edward! I'm in pursuit down Beach. I think she ran into one of the warehouses. Stewart and Sanchez are helping me clear them."

I slam a hand down on the steering wheel over and over as the van's tire's skid and screech and make my way toward the old warehouses. Never mind James; when I catch up to Rosalie, I may choke the shit out of her.

Surrounded by corporate business and government agencies, the streets are dark and deserted in this part of the city at this time of evening. When I reach Greenwich, there are few pedestrians wandering around, and those who are quickly sprint out of the way when they spot the speeding, black van. I drive around from block to block, my eyes searching and scanning the perimeter, heart pounding in my chest so hard I feel it between my ears. There's plenty of construction going on in the area, scaffolding supporting half of the structures, windows and doors boarded up with wood panels, advertisements pasted or painted on the sides, spray-painted signatures alerting passers-by of all the people who were here.

"Where are you, Rose?"

"The corner building on Greenwich and North Moore. I think I just saw- shit she just jumped from the roof to the next building! I'm in pursuit!"

"No, Rose! Stand down! Goddamnit! Don't chase her!"

Of course, Rosalie ignores me.

"Fuuuuck!" I roar.

The van skids down the streets, until I reach the building on the corner of Greenwich and North Moore, where the boarded-up entrance has obviously been kicked in, the wooden panels broken in half and splintered along the sidewalk. Coming to a screeching halt, I jump out and haphazardly slam the van door, my feet pounding cement as I push myself as fast as I can go and through the damaged door.

"What the fuck? She just leaped onto the adjacent roof!" Rosalie yells. "Damn it! Stewart, Sanchez, cut her off at the next corner! She has to stop there; no fucking way she can make that jump!"

"No!" I yell. "Stewart, Sanchez, stand down!"

But my earpiece isn't tuned into theirs; they only hear Rosalie's orders.

My heart hammers painfully against my ribcage, the air deprivation to my brain from both my fear and speed make me lightheaded, but I race right back out of the building and force my legs to go even faster, to find reserves from fucking somewhere, anywhere, and match Bella's speed. My joints and muscles ache from the strain, but I have to make it there before Rosalie, before Stewart and Sanchez. I have to get to Bella before she reaches that next corner and that last jump because I know Bella a hell of a lot better than Rosalie does.

No matter how fucking wide, no matter how insurmountable it appears, if Bella is being chased, she will take that jump.

What's more, she's been drinking, and she's not used to drinking.

Jesus, God, I have to reach her.

I finally reach the warehouse at the end of the next block. The door is wide open, and I realize Rosalie's agents, who started the chase before me, have beaten me to it. My lungs ache, yet I ignore it and search for the staircase in the darkness, squinting my eyes against dust and particles that float in the air like specks of Fool's Gold. When I locate the staircase, I shove the door open with a resounding thud, taking the steps upward two and three at a time.

For one moment, for a split-second, I think I feel what Bella must feel when she's running, when she's soaring: there's an exhilaration, a thrill when you reach speeds you never suspected you could reach, but the rush quickly fades because my run is one born of desperation.

I have to get to her. I can't think, I can't focus, I can't feel beyond that until I catch up to her.

Three-quarters of the way up the winding staircase leading to the roof, I spot the familiar, black 'FBI' vest. They're almost there, almost at the top. When the first one turns and sees me, a quick grin spreads across his face – he thinks I'm backup – but I have no time to spare to reason with him, no time for explanations. His eyes widen when I reach for his head and slam it against the wall. The other one reaches for me, and I take his arm, bend it behind his back and send him rolling down to the stairs.

Jerking the rooftop access door, I pull it and jump out into the evening.

Bella stands on the ledge of the building.

"BELLA, NO!"

She turns, and when her eyes meet mine, they flood with equal parts shock and relief.

"Anthony!"

She's barefoot, blond hair wild and tangled, her dress ripped up to her thighs. She carries her bag on her shoulder, and when she jumps off the ledge toward me instead of toward the building, something jingles. A second later, she jumps into my arms, and it's all I can do to hold us both up as I crush her against my chest, reveling in her warmth, in her life, in the scent of her undeniable fear, in the sweat of her equally undeniable vitality. I fist her hair, damp from the rain I now realize has begun, pulling her head up to meet her eyes.

My voice breaks. "I've never been so terrified and so goddamn elated at once in my life."

She wraps her arms around my waist and grips me more tightly than she ever has, burying her face against my chest. It's pure, unadulterated heaven in the middle of hell.

"Anthony, God…Anthony, I was so scared that you hadn't gotten away. Did you see what happened? How did you get out?"

"Shh, Bella, it's okay," I assure her, breathless, my voice a weak whisper as I stroke and caress her bare back, skim my fingers up and down her spine, kiss the top of her head, reassure myself over and over that she's safe. She's finally safe. She lifts her eyes to me, and I smile. "It's okay."

"I was so scared, Anthony," she repeats in a shaky whisper. "I was going to go meet you by the museum like we agreed, but then they started chasing me, and I didn't want to lead them to you."

"Bella-"

"I've got to show you something, Anthony, but we have to go first." Her tone is urgent now, and she tugs at my arm, leading me to the rooftop access door. "I think they're still following me, and I don't want them to think-"

The rooftop door slams open. Bella gasps and spins around.

"Isabella Swan, hands up and get down on your goddamn knees!" Rosalie roars, her government-issued M-5 pointed at Bella. Then, I watch in horror as Bella obediently lifts her hands above her head.

"NO! Agent, stand down!"

Rosalie ignores me – ten minutes older, and in her opinion, a lifetime smarter.

My stomach churns when Isabella slowly sinks to her knees, and when she speaks, the terror in her voice is irrefutable, heart-twisting, agonizing to hear.

"Please. Anthony doesn't have anything to do with this, I swear. Please let him go. He didn't know what they were doing. I won't run, I promise."

"Bella-"

"I'll tell you everything that I know, and you'll see that he had nothing to do with it. Please," she begs, "just let him go."

"Bella-"

"Agent Cullen, cuff her," Rosalie snarls, nostrils flaring.

Moving around Bella, I take a stand between her and Rosalie.

"Stand the fuck down NOW, Rosalie! Or I swear to God…" My hand inches upward, to where my gun is holstered.

"Damn it, Edward, what the fuck? You're a federal agent! Do your fucking job and cuff the suspect!"

"Agent?"

My head snaps around. Bella's eyes are on me, with so many emotions flashing across her face in quick succession – a continuous terror that makes her entire body shake and shiver, anxiousness coupled with a volatile apprehension…a wariness. But most of all, she's bewildered.

Her head cocks sideways, and she scrutinizes me as if it's the first time she's seeing me…really seeing me.

"Agent." She repeats the word, no longer so much as a question, more as if she's trying to decipher the meaning of the word, what it entails, how it fits me…and her. As her eyes remain locked on mine, I see its meaning penetrate, and I've never wanted to shrink and disappear as much as I do at this moment. This isn't how I wanted her to find out because I can see what's starting to run through her mind with as much speed and surety as her legs move.

"Agent…Cullen." She adds the two words together like one plus one, and I know at what sum she's arriving, especially as her mouth slowly curves around each word, first one side, then the other.

"Edward, goddamn it, stop staring at her, and cuff the bitch!"

"ROSALIE, ENOUGH!" I yell at the top of my lungs, yet my gaze remains on Bella. She won't release me.

"Ed-ward." She tries out each syllable like a young child just learning to speak, eyes narrowing into slits. "Not Anthony, and not a doctor. You're an FBI agent."

"Bella, let me explain."

"All this time," she murmurs. "All this time, it was all…a lie to catch me."

Pain and betrayal are suddenly so prominent in her eyes that I flinch under their overwhelming weight, under the accusations that accompany them.

"Bella, no…"

And then…just like that…her expression is wiped clean. But it grows worse before my eyes, of course, it does. The blank slate hardens like ice, fills with a cold fury that twists her features into a pure hatred that momentarily startles me. It's as if everything she's ever been, everything she's ever believed, and everything she could've ever believed is leached out of her…and all that's left is an icy, betrayed shell of who she once was.

"Agent Cullen."

I recognize that voice. It's smooth, seductive…and mocking. It's the woman I met in a dark hotel room, the woman who called me 'Doc' and made it sound like a dirty word. The woman who had no need for anyone.

Yet somehow, it's a thousand times colder.

"So is this where our game ends then, Agent Cullen?"

A glacial grin, none of it born of humor lifts the edges of her mouth, and my blood runs cold. She's unpredictable, reckless when she's trying to trust.

Now, stripped of everything she thought she could believe in, she's deadly.

"Bella, no."

I lift my hands, palms out to her. Despite my shame and guilt, there's an emphatic warning in my tone because I hear the promise of danger in hers.

"You're right." She snorts. "It's not."

In the literal blink of an eye, she's off her knees.

"Stop!" Rosalie and I yell, agreeing for the first time all night.

But Bella doesn't stop, she doesn't even hesitate. Instead, she runs at her full speed, and before I take my next breath, she's back on that ledge, and again, something jingles as she soars.

But it's a wide jump to the next building – wider than I've ever seen anyone take successfully.

And she's downed two glasses of wine.

And she's furious.

And she's frightened.

And she's hurt.

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