As it reached 6 pm, LaMesha made her way to the north tower wall long before DaMarko could arrive. Mayor Tracey advised her to look for Jioni first, and she did, but her mind couldn’t stop racing about Derrin. His incompetence needed immediate addressing.
She walked up the spiral steps, climbed it with force, and made quick movements, not using the hand railing or leaning. At the top, she just stared from the door frame—there Derrin was—he didn’t move or even greet her. LaMesha stepped closer and focused. Under his glasses, it was difficult to tell whether he was staring; a few steps closer and it was clear he was sleeping.