Five minutes passed. Ten minutes.
Feeling like a cop on a stakeout.
At fifteen minutes, he noticed a light go off on the second floor. Someone had decided they’d over-billed a client enough. Todd went on instinct, scrambled to the ground, pushing his body between the building’s façade and those bushes…ow, damn prickly bushes. A finger got punctured and he put it in his mouth to soften the pain, taste a drop of blood. No pain, no gain, the experts say s**t like that.
Finally, Todd heard muffled footsteps, then heard the glass door begin to open. s**t, what did those experts have to offer now? Just what did he use to keep the door from fully closing? He was sitting in white gravel and wet mulch; the former would make noise, the latter would get smushed in the doorframe. That’s when he sli
