Chapter 50 Frank

• We rushed over the rooftop, breathless in the chilly night air and our boots banging against the shattered tiles. Behind us, the warehouse was in disarray, but we didn't have time to linger on it. Antonio had already removed a sliver of shattered glass from his side, gritting his teeth in pain, while I was racing on pure adrenaline.
• We reached the edge of the roof, and I could see the alley below—a short strip of broken concrete lined with overflowing garbage cans and faint lighting. No movement, but I knew well than to think we were alone. They'd be after us any second.
• "Frank," Antonio said in a tight voice. He was gripping his side, blood oozing through his fingers from the severe puncture caused by the shard. "We need to find cover. "I can't keep up this pace."