...Max slithered left toward the chimney. He peered into the darkness below.
If I stay, he shoots me. If I jump, I die.
A whisper of a thought eased into his brain—there was another possibility. Rising up, he straddled the roof’s peak and slid the daypack off his shoulder.
Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. Please, don’t turn around.
Thick Neck’s cigarette flicked outward into space and then, without warning, he turned and looked straight up at the rooftop. The two men held eye contact for a split second as the big man grinned maliciously and spoke a single word—“Tomoko”—while drawing a line across his throat with a bulky finger...