Zach stuffed clothes into his duffle. All he wanted to do was get to the other side of the roof and down the fire escape to the street. Just in case anyone was waiting, like that big guy in the black watch cap who’d stood on the corner all day. He tried to blend into the crowd that gathered near the newsstand and pretend like he was just waiting for a bus. Well, he could stand there ’til his balls froze. Zach had a back way out. He’d jump the roof to the next building in the back. No big deal, no more than ten feet, and he was in shape. He was pretty sure no one knew about that route. Then he’d cross the bridge to Camden and hop a bus to New York. Gone. He’d be gone. He saw them take Ivy. Man, that’s what happened when you got friendly with reporters. You got dicked every time. He probably should’ve just hit the road then, but he needed his cash. They’d been here before he got back, but they hadn’t found his stash.
