CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
The man’s name was Pious. He stood alone on the metal walkway.
He was just above the cabin from where the operator would normally control this crane. A low railing flanked him on both sides.
He was very high in the air. Never mind that. He was high above the building’s roof. The roof itself was forty stories above the street. The crosswinds made the whole confounded apparatus he stood upon tremble and shake. Sometimes it seemed like it would tumble into the abyss. But Pious was not afraid of heights today. Allah gave him the courage to stand here.
Perhaps thirty meters from him, the girl was strapped to the same walkway. From here, she looked like a bundle of rags. She was still alive, though. He knew this because once in a while, she tried to kick the straps from h
