“Lucas crept around the building to the back parking lot. And there it was, just like he had seen from the roof—a baby lying in a shopping cart. Lucas’s mind went negative. What if the kid was dead? He tried… — Paul Aertker Copy Share Image
“In climbing, there was always a fraction of a second between the security of being locked in and the freedom of an actual rappel.” — Paul Aertker Copy Share Image
“The sign above the door was written in French. It read: ARRÊTE ! C’EST ICI L’EMPIRE DE LA MORT. “That means,” he explained to… — Paul Aertker Copy Share Image
“Lucas Benes lay in a sleeping bag on the roof of his father’s hotel, dreaming about a past he couldn’t remember.” — Paul Aertker Copy Share Image
“The wrought-iron gate squeaked as Lucas opened it. He lowered the rented bike down the stone steps and onto the sidewalk. To his right… — Paul Aertker Copy Share Image
“Lucas crept around the building to the back parking lot. And there it was, just like he had seen from the roof—a baby lying… — Paul Aertker Copy Share Image
“Doing something was better than doing nothing. Without warning Lucas hit the emergency stop but-ton, and the elevator braked with an uncomfortable jolt. Then… — Paul Aertker Copy Share Image
