Chapter Fourteen
I took two slow steps closer to Whitehouse as he stood, teetering on the ledge. The doctor looked away from me for a moment, casting his eyes down to the street below. This was a first for me. Almost fifteen years as a cop, and I had never been faced with talking down a jumper.
I didn’t know what to do, and the hangover clouded my thoughts. I felt dumb and uncertain.
The story of my life.
Although Whitehouse could be bluffing, something in his wild eyes, something in the way he looked longingly down to the street made me think that he’d considered this a few times before.
This was for real. The guy wanted to jump.
He looked up at me skeptically. Tall, gaunt-looking, the doc’s remaining hair was mostly white. I estimated him to be in his early sixties or so. His foreh
