Chapter 297 There You Are

• Midnight struck just as Victor reached the spire’s base. By the time he climbed to the top, his suit jacket hung folded over one arm. The tie was still perfect. Whatever else tonight became, he wasn’t about to show up for his own son’s execution looking like anything less than the Mayor.
• He stepped out onto the highest platform. The wind up here was alive, tugging at his sleeves, thick with the copper tang of old blood rising off the steel grate underfoot.
• Charles was waiting, perched on a support beam with his legs swinging over eighty stories of nothing. He turned something dark and shredded in his fingers. When he noticed Victor, he held it up like a hunting trophy.