CHAPTER THIRTYAsh reached the parapet and leaned forward, slightly, across the ledge. Felt instant vertigo, his guts wrenching, as he looked down into the dark canyon far below.
The small body would still be falling.
Nicole continued to scream.
Ash turned from the parapet, placed an arm around her and, gently, took her inside. Guided her to the chaise, where she sank onto the tumble of sheets.
She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
He stepped back, away from her, unable to say anything that might calm her grief.
“What is it, Nicole? What’s this man done?”
Ash turned to see Mrs. Winston coming through the open wall panel.
“What’s happened?” she asked.
“Fredo’s gone.” Nicole raised her head, face streaked with tears. “He climbed onto that parapet. And fell...”
“Not again!” Sh
