Chapter 9

Then, as he went up to the roofs along the last alley, Darren spotted him. Rob was sitting with his back against a hut housing the rooftop exit from the building. One arm was in a sling, so Darren said as he approached him, “Using that scam again?”

“Don’t I wish,” Rob replied.

As he got closer, Darren saw a fading bruise on Rob’s cheek and another on his forehead. “What the hell happened,” Darren asked, squatting beside his friend.

“I ran into a trio of punks who took umbrage with my trying to make an honest dollar,” Rob replied with a brief grin. “One of them had a baseball bat. When I tried to defend myself…” He tapped the sling. “Luckily for me, a couple of your guys showed up and the punks split before they could do more than fracture a bone in my arm.”

“Damn. Why didn’t someone tell me?”

Rob shook his head. “Tell you what? That there was another attack on a homeless person. It happens all the time, as I’m sure you know.”