They kept to the rooftops, leaping across multi-story chasms that made Rafi’s heart stutter. Their pursuers kept pace from the street but never had enough time to climb up after them. Julian, still in the grip of whatever charmingly insane mood he was experiencing tonight, exchanged taunts and obscene gestures with them, even posing for a photograph against the white wall of a rooftop shed, before apparently making up his mind to lose them in earnest. Rafi’s hat flew off somewhere along the way, which Julian was definitely going to pay to replace. He was tempted to throw the man over his shoulder and haul him back to the car. Did Julian have a destination in mind? Did he even know where they were? Rafi didn’t.
“I think we’ve shaken them off,” Julian said at last.
Rafi shook his head. “No
