A car that pulled away before he got there, leaving him stranded.
“Will.” He realized Cole’s hand was pressing against his lower back, holding him steady. “We have to get down there before he runs off.”
Right. Right, of course. Justin was the one person who could answer any of their questions now, and given that he’d just lived out a self-insertMission Impossiblefanfic, the faster the better.
“Yeah,” Will said, a little surprised by how hoarse his voice was. “Yeah, okay. Just.” He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn’t have to look through the floor. “Pull me back?”
There was a second of stillness, then a hand in his belt, drawing him back across the bottom of the glass cage until he was on solid ground again. Cole pulled him so he was upright on his knees, one arm around his waist to steady him. “Ready?”
Will shut his eyes for a second and did his best to let his nerves go. “Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
CHAPTER 10
Cole did not like how rattled he was after nearly watching Justin pull Will off the ledge.
Like, he wasn’t a psychopath or a murderer. He wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing Will die any more than he would’ve enjoyed seeing Justin Levesque die. Hell, if he had the chance to shoot Marcus in the smug fucking face, he wouldn’t because that wasn’t who he was. So it wasn’t like he expected to be unaffected by Will’s near-death moment.
He just hadn’t expected to bethisaffected.
As they booked it down from the tower to the Grand Quai, he was jittery all over. Unsettled beyond words. He was even a bit queasy, which—what the fuck?
Think about it later,he ordered himself as he cleared the bottom of the stairs behind Will.Catch Justin, ask him about Marcus, and then have… like… feelings about the idiot not being dead.
They emerged into the Grand Quai, and paused for a second to get their bearings. Will scanned the Quai, gaze snagging briefly on the shattered remains of Fake Puffin 2.0 and the deflated parachute, and then again on Cole. They exchangednods, and without a word, broke into a run in the direction Justin had gone.
No comments. No questions. No arguments. As if they’d inexplicably found themselves on the same wavelength.
Also something for Cole to dwell on later.
Though Justin had a sizeable head start, he hadn’t gotten far. He was also limping a little bit.
Not surprising; at sixty-five meters, the Port of Montreal Tower was a decent height for BASE jumping, but Justin’s parachute hadn’t opened immediately. At such a low height, every second counted, and he’d probably landedhard. On pavement, no less.
Good.
Though Cole could sprint like hell when the situation warranted it, he couldn’t keep up with Will once Will locked on to Justin. The gap between him and Will widened so fast, Cole may as well have been running backward. With Justin’s hampered gait, he wasn’t getting away.
Especially not when the dumbass whipped around to look over his shoulder like a brainless damsel in distress in a horror movie.
And just like the damsel in question, he tripped, stumbled, and faceplanted. He’d hadanotherpistol in his hand, and it went skittering across the ground before disappearing beneath a car. Well, as much as Cole couldn’t respect stupidity, even when it gave him an advantage, at least now the douchebag washopefullyunarmed for real this time.
A second later, Will pounced on him like a cat on a toy. Cole wasn’t sure the punch to Justin’s midsection wasentirelynecessary, but he didn’t question it. Nor was he upset about the pained groan coming from the pinned dipshit.
“You fucking fuck!” Will was snarling as Cole jogged up to them. Will sat up, his knee firmly planted between Justin’sshoulder blades and one of Justin’s arms twisted painfully behind him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong withme?”Justin squawked. “You’re the one who just tackled me! What the hell, dude?”
“Save it,” Will growled. “You’re going to get up, and we’re going to go somewhere and talk.”
“Why are you attacking me? Why are?—”
“Oh, shut up.”
But then Cole realized—people were watching. A lot of them. People who worked in the buildings on the Quai, he assumed. And most of them had smartphones in front of their gobsmacked faces.
Fuck. They were filmingWill and Justin.
Not good. Not good at all.
