"What happened in Zurich."
Adrian opened his mouth.
The gunshot came before any words did.
Both of us spun toward the window simultaneously, the glass still intact but Vivian was gone, completely gone, one second she had been there with her hand pressed against the glass and her mouth forming that single desperate word and the next second there was nothing, just the grey morning light and the empty fire escape and the street below where something dark was spreading across the pavement.
"No."
I was already moving before Adrian caught my arm.
"We can't go out there."
"She fell"
"Or she was pulled, Elena, we don't know which."
I stared at him, his grip firm on my arm, his eyes on the window, calculating, assessing, doing that thing where his mind moved faster than his face could show
