His knees failed and he wound up kneeling, then sitting on the floor. Avery
came over to get a grip on the guy's other shoulder and they dragged him away
from the windows.
The rain of unidentifiable debris slackened quickly and seemed to end, and
Avery started back toward the window to look up between the buildings.
"Avery!" said Cade. "Not yet. Count to thirty before you go near that
window."
Cade put his Glock back in its shoulder holster under his field jacket and
looked around again. Nine people. Five men, four women. Two had apparently left
the cafe.
He heard more debris-rain hit the street and buildings outside and saw Avery
cast a wondering glance at him.
"Some of it had farther to fall," said Cade.
As if to punctuate his words, a car bumper slammed into the street, narrowly
missing a black Lexus, and spinningly bounced out of view toward the
intersection.
Glancing past the group clustered by the cafe entrance, Cade saw the two
missing women hurrying past the reception desk and he took off after them at a
trot.
He caught up with them by the elevators and didn't bother with
introductions; they'd likely remember him.
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