Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 67

67

JACK

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“What?” I said, pressing my palm into the trampoline mat to test its bounce.

“You want to jump on a trampoline to get onto the roof? This isn’t middle school gym class. We’ll never get that high on this thing.”

I grinned, pushing myself up and throwing a leg over to climb onto it. “Oh yeah, we will. It launches you about twenty-five feet.”

Dax stared at the apparatus with more interest and less skepticism. Then he looked at the house and back as if he was doing geometry in his head.

I’d seen Briana fly through the air. If she could clear the house, we could. Dax and I weighed at least fifty pounds more. I hadn’t done well in Physics in high school, but even I knew more weight meant more bounce. We’d get on the roof.

“I’m in, but what are we going to do when we get up there?” he asked.

I spared another glance at the house. The kitchen looked out over the backyard, so unless Sal decided, probably for the first time in his life, to enter one, then he probably wouldn’t see us. The neighbors were probably used to Briana flying through the air, so men in suits wouldn’t faze them.

“That balcony. I’m guessing it’s off the master bedroom.” On the second story was a covered porch. I assumed there were views of the mountains from up there. “We can swing down to it easily enough.”

“I’m not Spiderman. She’s inside,” he said, referring to Hannah and her superpowers.

I frowned. “She can’t climb walls.”

“Yeah, well, she’s got a gun on her and she’s not teleporting either, like she promised.”

When we got out of this, I was spanking her ass for not following the plan, and not for fun.

“Text Paul again and find out where the fuck he is,” I said, pressing into the mat with my weight so I bounced a foot or so up and down. Ensuring my gun was well secured, I gave it a little more pressure and my feet lifted off. Then more.

Higher and higher I went. My arms went in circles, and I felt like a bird learning to fly for the first time. It wasn’t as easy as it looked. The chances of me missing the roof and breaking my leg–and other parts of my body–were pretty high .

“Holy shit, that’s a serious trampoline,” Dax said, his head going up and down as he followed me.

After about ten seconds, I was literally flying through the air. I saw the lemonade stand on the corner and probably New Mexico in the distance.

I had to help Hannah and I’d do whatever that required. I gave one more hard bounce, this time toward the side of the mat and I launched myself right over the Highcliff roof, then onto it. I landed with a thump and a tumble. I’d never make it to the Olympics, that was for fucking sure. All I wanted to do was get to my girl.