Chapter Sixty-Seven
A massive explosion echoes out from inside the warehouse beneath Jacqueline as she tumbles unconscious through the thick snow down the steep roof towards the edge, directly over a spiked top iron railing fence.
She slips over falling to impalement and certain death on the sharp rusty rods. The cord snaps tight, the tub spins around her wrist, knotting it in place, the other end is hooked over the roof gutter. The jolt wakes her suddenly from her deadly sleep. She swings.
Jacqueline tries to focus, to understand what is happening. Far below through the driving snow, she sees the fence, she sees her death, the cord digs into her skin and slips down towards her hand. There is one chance.
Swinging backwards in agony from the slicing cord she gains a momentum and moves o
