Chapter Forty-Three
Nasira crossed the roof of Grand Central the same way she’d escaped. This time, she was alone and the hurricane was at full strength above her. The wind chilled her body through her jacket. Drenched, she lowered herself to the skylights by dangling from an internal ledge, dropping to a narrow column and then hanging from the column. The drop from the column was just short enough that she could land and absorb the impact by simply bending her knees.
She needed to get inside Grand Central terminal without being spotted on camera. Before her, arched windows were protected by wrought-iron barriers. The hurricane had smashed one barrier through an arched window, breaking it and granting her access.
She crawled through and found herself high above the main concourse of Gra
