Chapter 226: Lewis's Murderer

I screamed, clutching for the safety cable, swinging out over the platform by one hand. I grasped for anything to hold onto with the other, finding and catching a narrow branch while the air left my lungs in a long shriek of terror, the toes of my sneakers scrabbling against the bark and barely catching a hold.

I looked up, doing my best not to swing, fingers already on fire from the pressure of holding most of my body weight, to find Grace standing on the platform, a knife in her hand.

"Please," I whispered, barely able to get that out, the sound soft and pathetic compared to my previous protest. "Please, don't." Thirty feet below, the ground waited, beckoned and I had no idea if I could survive such a fall. Really didn't want to find out.

Grace inched forward, face grim, the knife descending toward the safety cable. I couldn't help but whimper as she came closer, her bulky shoes sliding across the wooden surface, the ridged edges familiar. So familiar.