Chapter 11
“We can explain this,” Angie said, vertigo taking over as Marcus lowered her outside of the window. “Marcus, they’ll understand. All we have to do is tell them…”
“They’ll never believe us,” Marcus said. “They’re looking to blame this on me.”
“Okay,” Angie said. She knew it was true. She felt her feet touch the small walkway. It groaned under her weight. She held her breath, testing it, her arms still wrapped around Marcus’s. “Okay, I think it’s good.”
He released her slowly, her head spinning. She leaned against the grain elevator, hot metal pressed against her back. She tried not to look down but it was impossible.
Marcus had lowered her out of the window onto a walkway that led from the top of the cylinder tower all of the way to the bottom. There were multiple
