Chapter 6
“Do you want a pair of my pants?” Tiki asked as he unlatched his bedroom window and pulled it open wide. “What size shoe are you?”
I looked down. The toes of my heeled boots were peeking out from under the heavy fabric of my skirt. Ankle length or not, I’d probably have a better time navigating the fire escape dressed as I was, than wearing something too big that Tiki could loan me.
“I think I’m good.”
He didn’t buy it. When I stepped through the window and onto the slick, metal walkway to begin my descent, Tiki and Emma watched me. Their whispered words of encouragement only heightened my anxiety.
Each step set off a clanging that vibrated in the silent night air and, religious or not, I said a quick word of thanks when I finally dropped the six feet down to the sidewalk an
