Without missing a beat, Redd jumped up and landed on the rooftop floor of the nearest building. His fingers found the rough lip of a window and used it as if it were a rung made for him. He located the source of the noise, eyes narrowing toward the west where the alleys braided.
But the guards were all shouting for him to get down and surrender. The torchlight pitched and swayed as men decided between orders and instinct.
"Follow me then," Redd shouted, and soon jumped from one building to another. Rapidly rushing toward the source of the wails. His silhouette crossed a slice of moon and then was gone, the next roof taking him like a held breath released.
