A strong breeze whipped up as the sound of a freight train roared through Century City—a town where there are no trains. Thirty stories above the ground, the gondola holding the men washing the Orion Building’s windows lurched and began to whip around. Boon Andrews grabbed the railing as the main cables at the corners of his co-worker’s end broke free. Instead of remaining taut, the backup safety cables stretched almost full length. The rectangular, cage-like platform supporting the two window washers dropped down at his co-worker’s end, then halted with a jerk as the safeties finally took hold.
“Jeezus H. Christ.” Fear was an alien thing to Boon, but it slammed into his chest now like the freight train he’d just heard. His heart threatened to break through his breastbone as he fought to
