...it’s not the best time to realize you’re one building over from your target.
And still on the roof of the building, to boot.
I’d never jumped between rooftops, but the distance seemed doable.
Tough, not impossible.
I ran, leaped, and missed the opposite ledge by inches.
Still thanking God for that fire escape.
Slide down the escape’s ladder, no time for steps, leap to the top of a dumpster, from the dumpster into the alley, and then sprint into the street.
Put another three dollars into the parkour meter, and then away again, back out into the city night.