Story by Christopher Wright
Cover by Jeff Darlington
Logo by Garth Graham
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The roof of the Forrest’s brownstone can’t be called a commanding view, not by New York City standards, but CB likes it. It’s night, but there’s enough light to see over the tops of the other brownstones in the neighborhood and into a small park located behind the houses across the street. In the distance he can see taller buildings rise up into the sky.
It’s chilly tonight. The wind is almost sharp enough to convince CB to go back inside. But he wants to smoke, and the house is strictly smoke-free.
CB looks over his left shoulder. Leaning out the window that opens into his stretch of roof is an attractive middle-aged woman, smiling at him.
CB smiles back. “Juliet.”
“You left the window open again,” she says. She sounds more amused than angry.