Raven Series # 1
Raven drained her mango smoothie, wiped her mouth, and set her glass down.
“Looks like it’s time to go, Popsicle.”
I looked over the short cinder-block wall built on the edge of the roof. On the street, three men pulled masks over their faces. Two of them faced the street as the third cut through our cast-iron gate with a battery operated Saws-All.
I swallowed the last bite of my carne asada taco. “You’re right, Kid. They got here pretty quick.”
Raven threw the deadbolt on the door at the top of the stairs and slung her bag over her shoulder.
“I’m not criticizing you,” I said, “but maybe you should be a little more nervous about three men coming to kidnap you.”
She smiled and said, “They’re amateurs.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“All three of them ran inside,” Raven said. “Nobody’s on the street. Nobody’s around the back. We’re home free on the fire escape.”
Our fire escape was a wrought iron ladder running down the side of the house. Near the bottom of the ladder a back gate allowed access to the alley.
Raven threw a leg over the wall and started climbing down.
I waited for her to get far enough below me that I wouldn’t stomp on her hands. “You missed something,” I said.
She didn’t look up. “Promise you’re not making something up just to harass me?”
“Nobody’s in the car,” I said. “The keys are in the ignition.”
“Perfect,” Raven said from the ground. “I love road trips.”