Chapter 4, Spy:Winding along his path to the bay took work. At the higher elevations, stairs had been carved out of the sandstone. Different families made their own tracks over homes that stood in the way. There were no real property lines: one home’s front yard, another’s roof. To form a more direct route, people installed ladders from one terrace to another.
In the darkness, he let the night air wash over him, cleaning the reek of death from his body and mind. He’d been doing this for so long, he should be over the death, but he still felt a loss when he took another’s life. The task was happening on a more regular basis. The years in his chosen profession changed him, made him harder. Over time, the man had held hundreds of names. There were times he was concerned he might be playing o
