Chapter Three: A Wedding in the Clouds

The clock showed 10:06. He looked at the place where she fell in the photograph. “Eleven eleven, Linjiang Spire. You can arrest me, but put on a vest first.” After two seconds, Lin Wan cuffed his left wrist and locked the other cuff around her own. “We go together.” Guests filled the observation hall on the eighty-eighth floor. Zhou spoke beneath the protection of private security while drones scattered petals outside the glass walls. Lu Chen's danger sense turned in his temple like a needle. At 10:59, the elevators stopped. At 11:03, the drones sealed the escape platform. At 11:05, a figure in a white spider mask appeared on the wedding screens.