Chapter 1848 Personal Act

• After tossing the remark over his shoulder, Finnegan slipped into the stairwell and began climbing. The security door at the top stood ajar, its metal frame humming softly in the night air. He eased it wider and stepped onto the roof.
• At the far edge, silhouetted against the city's glow, an elderly figure stood motionless, coat flapping like a tattered flag.
• “Sir, what brings you here?” he called across the dark.