Chapter Eighty-Eight

Following her is no problem, her guards trail close behind me on the stairs, their faces frozen in frowns. Already I have an idea of how we're getting into the target's Penthouse, it's rather obvious.

What other reason would we go up to the roof?

The door swings open and a gust of frigid wind blows in, even with my insulated blazer on I can't help the shiver that comes down on me.

Out in the open once more, I find that not only has the storm picked up, but I'm right about the way in. Sitting at the far end of the roof on a platform is a helicopter.

Pushing past her pointless guards I walk up next to Cleo, "Do you think flying that in this weather is a good idea?"

Visibility is shot to hell.

She snickers, it sounds insincere as all her other laughs but I'm sure and effort was made, "What do you mean? Flying in winter is best for takeoff."