Chapter 170

By the time the sky began to lighten to the east, Brody called an end to their recon and texted the others to let them know it was time to go home.

They tried again Saturday and Sunday nights with the same results.

“If I don’t see another roof it’ll be too soon,” Gene grumbled when they reconvened at dawn Monday morning.

“Hey, be glad he’s not killing guys in alleys,” Russ retorted. “In this weather the smell sucks.”

“Who would sleep there, then?” Kurt asked.

Russ shot him a disbelieving look. “Who do you think? Homeless guys like us who have nowhere else to go. And do not say shelters. Even the ones that are sort of safe stink of dirty, sweaty bodies, especially during a heat wave.”