13
Dead End
We didn’t take the stairs up the cramped apartment block. Instead, we cut through the rear, across a scruffy courtyard surrounded by a wire fence.
We needed to put streets and blocks between ourselves and those La Firma gang members. Lucky for us, a section of wire fence had been half-torn off its post by locals looking for a quick way in and out of the apartments.
As Danby pulled the fence open and shoved the defector through, I looked up at the balconies above, running my weapon over each one in case of a sniper.
Aside from a woman hanging out washing, a toothless man watching on and a couple of small children throwing an orange bouncy ball against an apartment wall, there was no impending doom to speak of. I ducked through the fence and joined the other two in an alleyw
