The third row away from the south entrance was quieter at this hour, and that was exactly what Lewin had counted on. He had held position since the eleventh hour, folded into the narrow gap between a building and the drainage channel at its base. The broken drain above him leaked a slow, cold drip onto the stone two feet to his right.
He had set himself so the water struck the rock and not him. He had not made that choice in any conscious way. His feet had found the place before his mind had finished observing the surroundings.
He could account for all five men without looking directly at any of them. Tad and Orm were on the alley side, covering the north window. Ern stood at the passage through the next door building, the one Lewin had not been able to confirm as an exit without exposing his surveillance.
