Aidan had such a narrow window of time to complete this mission. Tearing his flannel shirt, he bandaged jagged wounds from his fall against the dumpster. Now, he entertained the few possibilities left.
This way, up and over—none of it mattered if he did not act soon. Agitated but steady, Aidan crept stealthily through the night, his light steps leaving a scarce dimple in a muddy alley.