Chases in the Roughs had their own charm. But nothing there could truly compete with the thrill of landing inside a building via the balcony, charging through, and emerging on the other side to find his quarry right below. A balcony railing was a springboard, and nearby structures let him fine-tune his descent. Here, he could fly in a way he’d never been able to in that land of dust and stone. He could acknowledge that—no, embrace it—now that he had let go of his past.
