For the first time in a long while, Robert is suddenly certain about
what he needs to do.
“Quickly,” he commands Raven, “Grab Mo.”
He positions Curly on his chest, using his left arm to hold the
midget tight. “Get a good grip,” he says to the little man,
“Don't let go, whatever happens.”
With his right hand Robert pushes at the rear window above him,
straining until it leaves its frame. He climbs up through the gap to
stand upright on the rear bumper.
“Come on,” he says to Raven, reaching down to offer him a hand,
“We haven't got all day.”
Raven takes his hand, clutching Mo to his hip. Robert pulls them up
until they're standing side by side on the rear of the plummeting
vehicle.
“On three, we jump,” he says, “Ready? Three!”
