Chapter Sixty One
Morning and the accompanying sun was just an hour away and Mal as he snaked around the alleys of N. Las Vegas was feeling frustrated.
Just a block from his loft, he hesitated near a dumpster and dozens of green garbage bags plopped next to it. Almost invisible, lurking in the shadows he was glad that he had his long coat on for the night started cold and grown colder still.
Pressing his back against the brick wall of a building he felt the knife in his boot and watched as a homeless man, pushing a shopping cart with his belongings flopping off the sides passed the mouth of the alley, stalled and looked directly at him.
Shadows meld with other shadows and as Mal ground his jaw and watched the man, he knew that the hapless fellow could not see him.
Deciding the alley w
