His T-shirt stuck to the skin between his shoulder blades, and his palms were damp. When he heard someone coming toward him from the opposite end of the alley, he barely resisted the urge to peek. Instead, he huddled deeper into the cover the alcove provided, hardly daring to breathe until the man passed with a huge basket slung over his back. He didn’t even look his way.
“Hey.”
He jumped and held himself from punching Sparkle. She stood at the edge of the building, and he hadn’t even heard her coming.
He grabbed onto the hand she reached out for his. “It gets busier from here, and I don’t want to leave you this far back. We’ll go up another block, and I’ll check again.”
He licked his dry lips. “How much time left?”
“Six minutes.”
God.
He hurried after her, anchored by the firm grip
