Ethan and Officer Peters put on plastic gloves and leaned over the railing, up on tiptoes, as though they too would hurl themselves into space.
She looks like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone. The line from the song zigzagged through my head.
Ethan looked around and back at me, his eyes searching and quizzical, and at first I was afraid that I’d sung out loud.
“How did she make it over the railing?” he asked, his voice catching in his throat, as though every time he looked at me he wanted to sob or cough. “It’s pretty high and she’s awfully short.”