Chapter 5
The night wind blew bitter needles of rain that were only a degree or two short of ice. If had been daylight, they might have gotten a little warmth from the sun, but at quarter to midnight the world was inky shadows and pale slivers of indirect light from street lamps. Maggie glanced over at Kurt who lay belly down on the rooftop looking through a sniper scope. The gun it was usually attached to was by his leg. Maggie hid to his left behind an HVAC vent.
“What do you see?” she asked. A camera with a 300mm zoom lens sat on her lap. Why had recon of this place sounded so much less miserable last night?
“There’s at least two people in the apartment. They’ve been back and forth past the end window about six times, or rather one of them has. I only saw Stumpy once. The other guy’s
