Chapter Fifty-three
“Crap,”Mickey hissed. “If she falls, she’ll break her god-damned neck.”
As Mickey watched, Cat plucked her walkie-talkie from her belt and gestured. Mickey grabbed for her radio but the belt loop was empty. “Tyson, your radio…”
“That roof hold my weight?”Cat asked once radio contact had been confirmed.
Mickey fingered the radio mike. “Should do. Frame of steel trusses with metal over it. But that stuff’s thin. It will be like landing on a sheet of crinkly tinfoil; the sound of your boots will be like a cannon shot inside.”
“Damn. Should have taken the mothers off before I walked out here. Never mind.”And Mickey’s breath halted as Cat gingerly sat down on the narrow beam and started pulling at her boot laces.
Mickey ran a hand along her face. “She should be in the
