Dead Waters - Anton Strout [22]
“She’s not talking,” Jane said.
“I noticed that,” Connor said.
“We can take care of that downtown,” I said. I pulled out my bat and extended it even though the woman definitely wasn’t hiding anything on her—not in that dress, anyway.
Her eyes went to my hands. I walked toward her through the downfall of rain, but for every step I took, the woman backed away one.
“Easy, now,” I said. “We’re going to get answers from you, one way or the other.”
I kept advancing as she retreated until her back was pressed up against the railing between two of the gargoyles at the far edge of the patio. I paused as I gave the stone statues the once-over. If they came to life or anything like that, I was not going to be happy.
The farther away from the building I stepped, the worse the storm got, wind whipping all around us. Behind the woman, I could see the East River and the skyline of Queens off in the distance, giving me a bout of vertigo from the perspective.
After a moment of inspecting the gargoyles, I decided they looked inanimate enough and started closing with the woman once more. I stepped around the pool to avoid it and kept moving with caution toward the woman, fishing a pair of handcuffs out of my coat’s inside pocket. It was exciting to have someone cuffable for a change. “Don’t do anything stupid,” I said. “We’re authorized by the Department of Extraordinary Affairs to take you into custody for the possible murder of Professor Mason Redfield.”
The woman locked her eyes with mine and stepped toward me. She placed her hands out in front of her as if prepared to be arrested, and I tucked my bat under my arm as I closed the distance to cuff her, but then I realized her arms kept moving. The woman brought them straight out in front of her, then spread them out to her sides like she was about to be crucified. When she bent her knees a second later, I realized what she was about to do.
“Jumper!” I shouted. Connor ran around the other side of the pool toward her, but I was closer. Falling rain stung my eyes as I stumbled forward, and it took all I had not to slip into the pool as I lunged to grab the woman, but I was too late.
With very little effort, the woman leapt up into the air and fell back over the railing in a graceful arc, sliding out through the pouring rain like she was doing a back handspring. She disappeared out of sight like a shot as I slammed into the spot along the railing where she had stood just seconds ago.
“No!” I shouted. Connor and Jane arrived next to me a second later and the three of us watched in horror as the woman fell through the open air. Like an Olympic diver, her form was spot-on—arms high over her head and legs pulled tightly together in perfect form. I waited for the gruesome result of it all as she plummeted to the roof way down below, but my eyes caught something promising there—another pool. The woman hit the water with professional diving precision, but despite the beauty of it, a large plume of spray rose up as she entered the water.
I took my satchel from over my shoulder and threw it toward Jane. I pulled off my jacket and tossed it to Connor, the rain immediately soaking through the black T-shirt I had on underneath it.
“Kid. . .” Connor started, but I didn’t give him a chance to say much more.
I threw my legs over the railing and judged the distance out from the side of the building to the pool down below. “Can’t let her get away,” I said. “For the Inspectre.”
“Simon,” Jane called out as she grabbed for me. “Don’t.”
It was too late. I caught the last of her words seconds after I let go and pushed off the ledge of the building. The rain whipped at me as I fell and I squeezed my eyes shut, leaving them open just enough to calculate if I had aimed for the pool correctly or if I should prepare to have my feet driven all the way up into my skull. I balled myself up, tucking my legs to my chest in cannonball position as best I could. My already soaked-through jeans made it difficult to do, but I didn’t want to survive the fall only to break my legs on the pool bottom or by landing