Rising Action #2 I got to the 2nd short side(after taking a break at Cressner’s balcony), made it around the corner, and shuffled slowly across the width of the building. I hauled myself up, wriggled over the top, collapsed thankfully on the floor...and felt the cold steel muzzle of a .45 against my temple.
Cressner's bodyguard Tony
I walked towards Tony (the guy with the gun), who looked slightly surprised until Cressner said in a bored voice:
Rising Action #3 Cressner: The money is over there. You may take it and go.
Shoot him, please.
I threw the bag of money. It hit him squarely in the gun hand, and it struck him hard. I hadn’t been using my arms and wrists out there, and they’re the best part of any tennis player. His bullet went into the burnt-orange rug, and then I had him.
‘Stop right there, or you’re dead.’
Falling Action #1
I’ll make you a bet; a bet, not a wager. Just a plain old bet. I’ll bet you can’t walk around this building on the ledge out there. These are the stakes: if you make it, I’ll let you go.
He disappeared around the corner and out of sight at 12:01, almost 40 min ago. But he probably knows that if I catch him there when I break into the other penthouse, I’ll shoot him down like a dog. And speaking of the other side of the building, I wonder how he likes that pigeon.
Falling Action #2
Cressner said he’s never welshed on a bet. I’ve been known to.