“Go for the boy!” DiMarco’s voice, distorted by the loudspeaker and even more by the incessant whap-whap-whap of the helicopter.

The boy was at the far end of a fifty-foot arm and sitting easily twenty-five feet up.

“Sure, no problem,” Justin said, gritting his teeth. It would take speed, and once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop. All or nothing.

Monster, Chapter 27