I noticed and avoided the duct tape

Ha... one final ploy, huh Erika? You noticed it too, huh, my fellow Reader? There's a strip of duct tape here on the narrow walkway. If I were to have stepped on Erika's little "spike trap," I would have tipped over and plummeted to the ground below. A catastrophic end, ill suited for the amount of time you and I both have put into this chase.

Thunder and rain crashed around me as I finally rounded the corner, grabbing hold of a rickety old ladder leading to the rooftop of the guest house. Murderers probably don't favor this point of the mansion... after all, there's no way to hide a body up here (unless through magic). Furthermore, it's so dangerous in a rainstorm, you're likely to slip and fall yourself, with or without a duct tape trap. Also, it's a dead end, as I've mentioned before.

My arms were beginning to shake from exertion, but I finally made it to the top. Waiting there was Erika, with a set of soaked white towels wrapped around her meager chest, the wind whipping it about her legs to occasionally show a flash of her nudity underneath. Her hair was undone from its pigtails... it wasn't so much "flapping in the breeze" as it was whipping around her, making her look a bit like a mad witch. She held the nearly finished roll of duct tape in one hand, her fists quivering as she stared me down.

Ah... The Great Detective... I've overcome all of your tricks... There's nowhere else for you to escape to now. If possible, I'd liked to have had you in a feather bed, warm from the bath... We could have had that, you know? My love for you wants that for you! Why are we here, fighting, in the middle of this deadly rainstorm?

"You-You know this isn't over, don't you? You haven't won yet! I haven't conceded! This is still a mystery in progress- n-no, an action escape scene! I... I can make it if I jump!"

Erika... You know better than that. We're all the way up on the roof. There's no way you'll survive if you jump down from here.

"Yes... Yes, you're right! You're right... so.... uuuuuuu...!"

Sniffling pathetically, Erika clutched both hands to her sides. Was she finally surrendering?

"So that's exactly what I'll dooooo! Is that good for you? You think your readers like watching pathetic little girls die so that you won't **** theeem?! Let's see your erotica survive my suicide, Playeeeeeer!!"

Just like that, Erika ran for the side of the rooftop, stumbling in her desire to utilize all of her speed, regardless of the rain-slick, shingled roof tiles. It was barely even a matter of her jumping... in just a moment, she'd have what she wanted, even if all she did was slip. Her towel fluttered off in the wind, revealing the crazed, bow-legged run of her naked body; she no longer stood upright and slipped, now crawling towards the edge like some four-legged creature.

I jumped after her. It wasn't the kind of jump a regular person could make. While she wasn't looking, I'd used just a bit more ****, breaking the roof panels beneath me as I again beseeched the grace of the fantasy genre. I overtook her and grabbed her.

Together, we floated off the building through the courtyard. Ah... It felt as though we were suspended there in time. I saw her face, with teary eyes, staring back at me; her expression was shock, showing that she had no idea what to think or what challenging face to put on.

Together... we'll see what type of story this really is...