Chapter 100

Nathan pocketed his cell phone after Jim said very tersely, “Goodbye, Nathan,” and continued to sit on his crate. It was nice sitting up on the roof in the not too cold weather by himself for a few minutes. He was pleased Walter stayed away and let him enjoy the rare peace and quiet. Nathan really did like a good view when he wasn’t thinking about the heights. And Pittsburgh had one fine skyline.

Gingerly, he touched a fingertip to his right eyebrow. The cut was healing quickly, and Jim had already removed the stitches since they weren’t exactly pretty, but Nathan still had a red and angry wound through his eyebrow. He doubted the thin line of hair that had been sliced through would grow back once the cut scarred over. He huffed in hollow amusement to think that something so small and simple would leave a reminder when he’d suffered through so much worse.

“Hey there. Anyone ever tell you, you look sexy all alone up on a roof like this?”