CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Zero hit the rooftop at his midsection, folding in half over it and then sliding backward. He clawed desperately at the roof’s edge with his only good hand while pain shot up his injured right as it slapped uselessly against stucco.
Just as he was about to lose his grip and slide right over the side, his hand closed around a stubby vent pipe. It gave slightly but held, though his body hung uselessly over the side, fully exposed to the two Division members on the fire escape behind him.
He waited for the impact of bullets to smack into his back, the searing pain to tear into him. But when he heard the next thunderous crack, it didn’t come from behind him.
It came from above him.
He squinted up at the figure, but the still-rising sun was practically blinding from th
