Death of a Renaissance Man — Linda Uccello

He got out of bed as naked as the day he was horn. Nikki, who shared the bed with him, couldn't understand why.

She heard him open the front door and start talking to somebody. They left the apartment and went upstairs to the roof. There was a "whoosh" by the window and a clatter of cans in the alley. From the roof of a Fifth Avenue brownstone the body of Joe Savannah -- and the dreams of Nikki Andrew's -- came crashing down.