“I don’t know why I’m so nervous to meet him,” Charlie said as he wrung his hands. He and Rathbone sat on a park bench. Rathbone had one leg crossed over the other and his arm stretched across the back of the bench. He looked as relaxed as a cat napping in the sunshine. Charlie, on the other hand was a nervous wreck. He sat forward with his elbows on his knees, legs shaking, and his eyes darting here and there.
“Well, you haven’t seen Dr. Ballinger since that night,” Rathbone said, as if that explained everything.
“What do I say to him?”
“I think it would be best if you let him begin; then you’ll know what to say.”
“Was it his idea or yours?” Charlie said.
“Honestly, Charlie, it was my idea; although, Keith Ballinger didn’t completely understand that he needed to pass along a message to you until I helped him see it.”
“A message? What kind of message?”
“I’ll let him deliver it. Here he is now.”
Charlie looked around but didn’t see anyone approaching. Confused, he said, “Where?”
Rathbone raised an arm and pointed upward. “There.”
Charlie’s gaze followed his finger across the street to the top of the building. Charlie could see the man pulling himself up onto the low wall that enclosed the roof of the tall building. It had to be at least 15-stories tall. Charlie shot up and began to shout as he ran towards the street and waved his arms. A few people paused to regard Charlie. As he neared the street several pedestrians realized what he was yelling about. By the time a small, shocked crowd began to form, Ballinger was standing atop the wall with his arms outstretched.
And then he was falling.
Charlie Dithers watched in horror as Keith Ballinger struck the pavement with a sickening thunk.