INDIGO (RISE OF CRIMSON)

CHAPTER 8

Forty five minutes later, he crouched on the roof of the dormitory concentrating on the thoughts within. The cab had pulled up a few minutes ago and this was the building both women went into. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he filtered through the occupants minds until he zoomed in on her familiar feelings. Her room was on the third floor facing the park to the East. Erecting himself and thrusting his hands in the pockets of his black slacks he casually strolled across the roof of the building.

Lucky for him there was a large Elm tree about twenty feet from her window. He launched himself into it and landed silently with precision expertise. Not even one leaf rustled. Floating outside her window at this point might cause her a slight fright if he was discovered. He smiled to himself at the image. So instead he stood there with one foot in front of another on a large branch as if he was walking a tightrope while one of his hands reached up and rested on anot