With precise movements, Benjamin maneuvered his Reacher closer.
He’d met Dan Lazar just that afternoon on the sunny helipad to receive his instructions. “It’s a snazzy apparatus,” Dan had shouted over the chop of helicopter blades as he passed Ben the leather case, “It’s a little finicky, however. You’ll need to practice with it first.”
Now, perched above the city night on the barest of window ledges, Ben watched in horror as the moonbeam advanced across the face of the building and over the head of the sleeping griffin.
A single baleful eye opened. The Reacher clattered from the ledge.
baleful eye. Pretty much the standard eyeball here!