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the content in my magazines and websites,” Pierce said. “That’s what the Third Amendment is all about, a free press.”
    “First Amendment,” Amy replied, and noted two spots of red on his cheeks at her correction. “And freedom of the press means that the government can’t censor the press. It doesn’t mean that you can’t forbid your employees from writing sensational and untrue stories just to sell papers.”
    “But that’s my job, selling papers, little lady,” Pierce said. “And magazines, and website content. But if you’re upset about something, I suggest you contact our press office. It will make its way to the right person.”
    “
You’re
the right person,” Dan said. “You’re the boss.”
    Two security guards appeared, wearing baseball caps and tinted glasses. Amy and Dan hadn’t heard them approach, but there they were, as solid and unyielding as the concrete pillars around them.
    “Hey, fellas,” Pierce said to them. “Gosh, this is why we lead a tour, kids. You can’t go wandering off by yourself. Construction sites are hazardous places. Accidents can happen so easily when you’re sixty-five stories up in a skyscraper without walls. Especially with the two Cahill daredevils! We wouldn’t want you to go splat now, would we?”
    Amy looked at him, startled. Could he be
threatening
them? Impossible. He was a businessman. A major media celebrity . . .
    “Show them the way out, gentlemen,” Pierce told the security guards. “The
right

way out, that is.”
    Dan doubled over and sneezed repeatedly. While Pierce backed up, an expression of distaste on his face at his explosions, Dan dipped his hand into the plastic bucket next to him and then shoved it in his pocket.
    Pierce barked at the security goons, “Why are you still standing here?”
    One of the guards roughly shoved Dan forward. “Move.”
    The guards led them in the opposite direction from the reporters. Amy’s mind raced. Something wasn’t right. Why weren’t they being led back to the group?
    They were being corralled toward the far end of the building. They emerged from the drywall corridor, and Amy suddenly had a direct line of sight to Pierce. He stood stabbing the elevator button repeatedly. From this position Amy could also see what Pierce could not — the crowd of reporters hurrying toward him, Arabella scurrying behind them, waving her arms. Pierce couldn’t see them . . . but he could hear them. She could tell by the frown of irritation on his face.
    It happened in a flash. Amy blinked as Pierce grabbed a nearby hanging rope, swung out over empty air, then dropped onto the partially completed pedestrian bridge a story below. He quickly walked over it, sixty-four stories above the city, then stepped into the skeleton of the building next door and disappeared.
    What was that?
Did the man just drop ten feet, land on a girder . . . and tightrope across it?
    “Move it, sister,” one of the guards said, nudging her along.
    The guards pushed them past a curtain of thick plastic sheeting. Here the construction wasn’t as far along as on the rest of the floor. Girders stretched out into empty air. There was no drywall at all, just a concrete floor. Construction equipment surrounded them. A piece of yellow tape acted as a flimsy barrier between them and open air.
    “Oops, no elevator. Guess we made a mistake,” one of the guards said. “So you’re going to have to take the fast way down.”
    “Are you kidding?” Dan asked.
    “I don’t know,” the guard said with a terrible smile. “Am I?”
    The two guards herded them closer to the edge. Amy and Dan had to back up.
    “C’mon, you kids are daredevils, right?” the other one said. “Let’s see what you can do. If you walk out on the girders, you can almost make it to the building next door. If you jump far enough.” He chortled.
    They were close to the edge now. Amy didn’t want to look down, but she couldn’t help it. She could see tiny people moving