Bronwean stared at the map. She memorised the area, the ally ways, the direction of traffic flow. The guy could not have come up with much of a better safe house. Bank out in front, gated community out back no side ally private parking even the damned drainpipes were well away from the balconies. She studied the surrounding streets the traffic flow diverged at the major crossing forcing vehicles either south west or north. Ugh
She grabbed up back pack and skate board. Beat she go look for herself. All the while, in the back of her head she was working out where she was going to put surveillance to secure the approaches if it was her safe house.
“I’ll go have a look see if there is something the photos missed” she handed her guitar to Zak. “Look after that could you? Thanks” she picked up a tazer. Right game face.