Chapter Fourteen“Crap,” he said. He had not intended to act so rashly, but the last twenty-four hours had worn down his judgement.
No, he thought, don’t lie to yourself. You were waiting for an opportunity and they made you angry enough to take it.
Nathan shook off the thoughts. He could debate himself another time. He had five minutes to spare at the most. Soon, either Mr. Larkin or Clockwork or Octavia would notice the absence of a loud helicopter whirring off into the sky. Octavia would be sent upstairs to find out what had happened, and then it would all be known.
He checked over the sides of the building. No ladder, no easy jump to another rooftop, no way down. Back to the elevator.
As it descended, he made a quick plan. He would take the stairs to the first available floor, skirt
