Gina straightened, looking out toward the balcony as the wind blew a tiny gust of snow in over the gleaming hardwood floor, and for a flash of a moment she could picture it - the terrified woman dangling back over the edge, lurching desperately up toward her monstrous attacker to avoid plummeting headfirst to the streets far, far below.<br/><br/>Her stomach lurched, and she snarled into the phone, "You're going to go away for the rest of your life, you bastard."