Chapter 34: Tidal Wave
It took me a while to get back home and escape through the roof. I was used to it by now. I found better ways to get down, too. Instead of sliding down the drainpipe, wind screaming in my ears, I now used a little bit of Ability to make the jump to the roof of the building next to mine. It was lower and had a fire escape ladder attached to its side. The metal rounds were slippery from the ice, but it was still better than risking my neck every time I needed to get away from the PA surveillance team.
I dropped the last couple of stories and landed on a garbage container with a quiet rang. The path was clear.
An hour later, I was standing in front of Tanya's house. It was a small cottage made from brown brick, with a porch, tidy lawn and a white picket fence. One wall was covered with ivy, which was brown and dead now with winter in full force. It must have been very pretty in summer, though.
I had time to think about what was said back in the library, but clarity avoided me. There were no answers, just more questions.
My phone buzzed.
'Are you just going to stand there like a fool?'
I looked at the screen, then turned around, searching for the camera.
'Knock on the fucking door, Matt!'
I sighed, showed Mickey the middle finger, and knocked.
Tanya opened almost instantly, as though she was waiting by the door. Her expression was grim, and she was holding a half-empty wine glass in her hand.
'Took you long enough.'