Blind Trust (31 page)

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the Author

Jody Klaire is an author and a
massive tennis fan. At the grand old age of thirty-one, she has been everything
from a serving police officer, to recording artist/composer and musician until
finding her home in writing. She lives in sunny South Wales in the UK with a
lively golden retriever called
Fergus and
other furry friends. Oh, and she has a slight af
fection for cake . . .

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The Above & Beyond Series, Book 3

UNTRAINED
EYE

TEASER

The
buzzer sounded.

“Matt,
you need to take my hand. It’s not safe.” I reached out, hoping he would
listen. The wind buffeted me about as I tried to keep my balance.

Matt,
a weedy kid with red hair, shook his head. “You said you’d deal with me.” His
beady eyes tracked over my arms as he swayed in the wind.

“Well,
it’s either me or the vice principal. You want to explain to him why you
attacked someone?” I edged closer.

He
edged back.

The wind whipped around us. He was too near the edge. His
foot slid but he rescued it in time. We were five stories up on a baking roof,
trying to keep upright in the vicious blasts of wind.

I
glanced down. There was only a small row of stonework around the roof edge.

“I
need the notes!” Matt’s eyes were wild, panicked. “They won’t accept me if I
don’t have them.”

Kids
poured out of the buildings below. I heard someone call out. Matt must have too
as he turned and wobbled. His foot slid again. He scrambled to keep his
balance.

“Look
at the drop, Matt. We need to get you down. We can talk about this. There’s
another way.” I didn’t know about him but the sun was so hot that I had sweat
dribbling off the end of my nose. My hands weren’t much better.

“You’ll
tell them if I come with you.” Desperation pulsed from his every movement.

I
edged closer, my sneaker squeaking as it slid under my weight. Matt backed up
again. A blast of wind hit us. His eyes widened. His foot went from under him.

I
threw myself forward, clattering across the tiles, one hand reaching to catch
hold of him, the other trailing behind with the hope I could catch the stone to
stop myself. I caught his wrist as I dropped over the side, my clammy hand got
a grip on the stone edging.

We
smashed into the wall. My breath pounded out of me. Renee was gonna kick my
butt. I felt the stone shift under the weight. I hung there, Matt squirming,
praying I could hold on. What was it with me and dangling from ledges anyhow?