12Lazy CirclesThe smoke from Tazia’s cigarette cast lazy circles at her fingertips and hung in the air, forming a light haze around her body. Jet lag had kicked in several hours ago, and although she’d promised herself sleep the nicotine was doing a good job keeping her awake for now. So, she remained, puffing on the cigarette and observing her target.
From her place on the rooftop, she surveyed Detroit, now a deserted city, and kept a careful watch on the street that bisected the block below. To her right was an old tenement building a man had entered an hour ago. She’d seen him reconnoiter here the day before, and today she’d been waiting for him.
She’d sensed his approach for three blocks before he strode into view, marking territory with every step. The sluggish air fought her abilit
