Lila stood on the narrow ledge of the fifth story.
Below, the red and blue lights of law enforcement rioted across the crowd of onlookers.
Above, a news helicopter recorded footage for Eyewitness News at Nine.
Behind her, the curtains billowed out the window, a diaphanous wave in the fading purple of twilight.
Rodney lay dead in the hotel room, a plastic bag over his head, erotic asphyxia gone wrong.
The best sex had turned out to be the last.
Lila stepped off into space.