Chapter Forty-Two
Susan had the unnerving feeling she was not alone. That god-damned calliope music! Shut the f**k up! Her head was pounding as she slowly, fearfully, turned in the gloomy shadows to sight along the gantry behind. Nothing. She could see all the way back to the steel ladder. With a shudder, she turned her attention back to the floor below.
“Looking for me?”
Terror bloomed in Susan’s chest. She looked up. Raven was perched on a lighting truss and close enough to grab her by the throat. Raven squatted like a vulture, her spiky heels hooked about the steel pipe, and she was grinning. “Ah my little mushka, come to mother.”
Susan jumped back, saw the electrical cable hanging and dived headlong for it, hands outstretched.
In any sane moment, Susan would never have jumped from
