Jace:
By Wednesday afternoon, I had almost convinced myself that I was going to have a normal week. Then Reid called. I looked at his name on my phone. I should've known better.
I answered. "What's up?"
"How do you feel about bridges?"
I stared out at the river. "That depends."
"On?"
"Whether I'm standing on one or jumping off one."
He laughed. "Good. You're free tonight."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
I leaned back in my chair. "What did you do?"
There was a pause. "Nothing."
"Reid."
"Okay. Maybe a few things."
"How many things?"
"Enough."
I rubbed my hand over my chest. That was never a good sign. "Talk."
He sighed. "Industrial bridge."
I sat up. "No."
"Yes."
"Absolutely not."
"You're not even going to let me explain?"
"I know what the industrial bridge
