Reginald Bates felt a surge of emotion, struggling to maintain his composure.
There, at the edge of the top floor of the abandoned building, with nothing to shield her, she was bound and lying motionless at the very brink, as if a single move would send her plummeting down. Her frail body was swept by the early morning breeze, and luckily, even in sleep, she was dressed in thick pajamas, which probably kept her from getting cold. Despite this, the sight was still heart-stoppingly terrifying.
That image made Reginald Bates wish he could rush over and hold her in his arms right now.
But he couldn't.
The last vestiges of rationality told Reginald Bates that if he went over now, those people might let go in an instant, and then Iris Thompson would fall!
Until he was confident enough that he could save her, he had to remain calm.
He was waiting.
Waiting for his partners to arrive, and for the kidnappers to reveal their demands.
