“There’s only one of them,” a man shouted. “He’s heading to your right.”
Ken looked back over his shoulder, his heart hammering. A cop had joined the man and woman on the balcony. Ken ducked down just in time. The cop fired at him, and the slug whizzed within a foot of Ken’s head.
Keeping in the shadows, he ran desperately for the shelter of a long line of chimneys. He reached them as the cop fired again, but his aim was wild, and Ken didn’t even hear the slug. He dodged around the stack, paused for a second to take a quick look to right and left.
The movie house was still far off. He couldn’t hope to reach it now. He
had to get down somehow and take his chance in the mass of alleys below.
He heard noises behind him, and he peered between the chimneys.
Outlined against the skyline, he could see four figures moving cautiously towards him. They were still four roofs away from him, but they were coming fast.
Crouching, he bolted across the roof, came upon another ladder that led down to a lower roof. He went down it.
“Can you see him, Jack?” a voice bawled.
“Naw,” the cop on the balcony shouted. “More to your right. He’s behind that big stack.”