Chapter 4
At the top of the fire escape, Darren paused, scanning the roofs. Most of them were flat with no way onto them other than fire escapes or a trapdoor. Only two had actual huts covering an exit, and one had a large swamp cooler. Darren checked the huts to be certain their doors were locked, then moved down to the cooler. As he came around the side, he shook his head.
“I wondered if I’d find you up here,” he said to the man who was leaning against the cooler’s housing. The guy was thin, with dark hair, a short, scruffy beard and mustache, and fine features, although it was obvious his nose had been broken at some point in his life.
“No hiding from the long arm of the law, huh?” the man replied with a grin. “How you doing, Darren?”
“Better than you from the look of it, Rob.”