true vision, the ability to solve all the moral dilemmas of the century.
They prefer big government because that is the first step to
totalitarianism, toward unquestioned rule by the elite. And of course
they see themselves as the elite. Reconcile Nietzsche with liberal
politics? That's no more difficult than reconciling it with extreme
right-wing philosophy.' Bollinger stopped in front of the door to Opway
Electronics, because that office had windows that overlooked Lexington
Avenue. He fired the Walther PPK twice; the lock disintegrated under
the bullets' impact.
Suggesting ways that she could help herself, favoring his injured left
arm, Graham pulled Connie onto the ledge.
Weeping, he hugged her with both arms, squeezed her so tightly that he
would have cut off her breath if they hadn't been wearing the insulated
parkas. They swayed on the narrow ledge; and for the moment they were
unaware of the long drop beside them, temporarily unimpressed by the
danger. He didn't want to let go of her, not ever. He felt as if he
had taken a drug, an upper, something to boost his spirits.
Considering their circumstances, his mood was unrealistic.
Although they were a long way, both in time and in distance, from
safety, he was elated; she was alive.
'Where's Bollinger?' she asked.
Behind Graham, the office was full of light, the window opened.
But there was no sign of the killer.
'He probably went to look for me on the Lexington side,' Graham said.
'Then he does think I'm dead.'
'He must. I thought you were.'
'What's happened to your arm?'
'He shot me.'
'Oh, no! '
'It hurts. And it feels stiff, but that's all.'
'There's a lot of blood.'
'Not much. The bullet probably cauterized the wound; that's how shallow
it is.' He held out his left hand, opened and closed it to show her
that he wasn't seriously affected. 'I can climb.'
,You shouldn't.'
'I'll be fine. Besides, I don't have a choice.'
'We could go inside, use the stairs again.'
'As soon as Bollinger checks the Lexington side and doesn't find me,
he'll come back. If I'm not here, he'll look on the stairs. He'd nail
us if we tried to go that way.
'Now what?'
'Same as before. We'll walk this ledge to the corner. By the time we
get to Lexington, he'll have looked over that face of the building and
be gone. Then we'll rappel.
'With your arm like this?'
'With my arm like this.'
'The vision you had about being shot in the back-'
'What about it?'
She touched his left arm. 'Was this it?'
'No.