Safe Harbor - 37

From a low rooftop opposite where the girls had settled, Bobby kept his eyes open for anything which said the two killers were around. He didn’t trust they’d just drive up to the girls. Not when they were the talk of the city now.

He saw movement at the far end of the block as three figures turned the corner. "What the hell," he whispered, recognizing one of them. "Damn it!" He ran a hand through his hair angrily.

You got no idea what you could be getting into, Kurt. Get the hell back to the shelter.

He could tell the two guys with Kurt were street kids and wondered how the heck he’d hooked up with them. He was half tempted to get down there and tell Kurt to leave. Then he chuckled low. "Yeah, I’m gonna run your life. Not."

Turning his attention back to the problem at hand, he scooted to the corner of the roof where he could see the girls and the side street at the same time. Thanks to his, as Kurt had pointed out, illegal artwork, he was well practiced in looking for even the slightest movements on semi-dark streets. Cops were sneaky when they thought they could catch him in the act.

There were a few late night people out, mostly ones who were heading home half plastered from one bar or another. It was that kind of neighborhood, dingy apartment buildings and small stores with a couple of warehouses interspersed. The girls had picked the corner because Bridge St. got some traffic even at this late hour from men who knew they could pick up a quick blowjob. Bobby had hung out in the area himself a time or three to make some fast money.

For the next hour nothing changed. The girls fended off several offers, Arch and Tank moved carefully from one position to another, probably more from boredom than anything else Bobby decided. Kurt and the two kids with him were well hidden in the shadows of an apartment entryway now, and seemed content to stay there until forever if necessary, from what Bobby could figure.

Please let this be over tonight.

But he knew the chances of it actually happening were fifty-fifty at best.