The fire escape metal was slick with rain and moss.
Noah hauled himself up the last flight, his left arm useless and screaming with every movement. The duct tape was holding the skin together, but it wasn't stopping the blood. It was leaking down his wrist, dripping off his glove.
"Thirty seconds," Jinx hissed in his ear. "The buffer is eating itself. You’re ghosting."
Noah reached the window. He jammed the pry bar under the sash.
Slide.
He tumbled into the living room. He landed hard on his bad shoulder, biting his tongue to keep from screaming.
"Twenty seconds."
He kicked the window shut. He fumbled with the latch, locking it. His fingers left a smear of red on the white paint, but he didn't see it in the dark.
He ripped the tactical vest off, shoving it under the sofa along with
