Chapter 132

“On the other hand,” he said under his breath, “this is the first time I’ve been on one since Jamie told me about guys who’d fallen or were pushed to their deaths. Over-cautious, maybe, but why take a chance?”

He went onto the higher roof, savoring the thin breeze that had sprung up. He knew it wouldn’t last for long but he’d take what he could get. Crossing to the parapet, he dropped his pack beside it, knelt, and leaned over, looking at the street several stories below. It was late enough that there was minimal traffic and the only people he saw were a group of four men wearing dark blue slacks and shirts. Daw figured they were janitors, heading home from cleaning one of the buildings below him.