FORTY-SEVENTHE WINDOW, NOW A SIX by four-foot gaping hole, was about eighteen feet above the pavement below. The kind of jump I have made before, the kind of thing I would at least attempt on grass with the guys during free-running training. In fact, this is the kind of thing we all train for. But the slate pavement below could be catastrophic... There were also shards of glass, a chair that lay to the side, and of course the concrete fountain to consider. Luckily, it was far enough away from the side of the building so a large car could carve around it with no problem. In the meantime, Noah Wilson was getting away.
I pulled my head back in and went for it. I stepped all the way back to the door, took a deep breath, and ran. I took three steps, planted a foot on the sill while scrunching
