Chapter 29. He’s got me, Reva thought, her back pressed against the low chrome balcony railing.

ZAP

He’s got me, Reva thought, her back pressed against the low chrome balcony railing.

She glanced down, down to the main floor five stories below, and felt overcome by dizziness.

He leapt, arms outstretched, to tackle her.

She shut her eyes and ducked.

Wakely sailed past her—and plunged over the balcony.

She could hear him scream all the way down.

Then she heard the clatter of glass, a cracking sound, a low cry, a hard thud.

And then a deafening, final scream followed by an electrical zap-zap-zap, and a roar that seemed to shake the walls.

Reva peered down to the first floor. She cried out, raising her hands to her face, when she saw Wakely down there, his eyes frozen open in a wide stare of horror, his body being jolted in the midst of a blinding red and yellow electric current.

It’s the Christmas tree, Reva realized, still covering her face, turning away from the horrifying sight.

Wakely had landed on the tree, and it shorted out.

Reva felt sick.

She heard a last few pop-pop-pops, like automatic gunshots, and then the current fizzled out.

“Ohh,” she moaned softly.

And suddenly someone was holding her. Strong arms were around her, supporting her, comforting her.

“Hank!”

“I was downstairs, fixing a videocam,” he said softly, holding her tighter. “I saw everything. On the monitor in the basement. It’s all on tape. Wakely’s confession, everything.”

She raised her head from his chest and met his eyes, still dazed. “Huh? How?”

“I told you I was an electronics genius,” he said. “I tried to get up here to help you. Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”

“At least you’re here now,” Reva said weakly. And then she collapsed into his arms.

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