Re: DURING THE RAID
Trenton was no history buff, he did not equate 1929 to prohibition and prohibition to serious illegality. Trenton did not connect that them even being in this club was probably a serious offense, he just knew to get the fuck out when the cops came around.
Trenton was a veteran when it came to jumping fences and fleeing out the back doors of parties. He'd shimmied down fire escapes, and he'd hailed taxis while half naked. He'd also been arrested more times than he cared to count, and he'd been behind bars all too recently to take a police raid as anything slight. For people like Trenton, the boys in blue were not a symbol of safety, they were a green light to run until your lungs burst.
When they hit the alley, Trenton didn't stop to try and see if he recognized anyone else who was fleeing. What was he going to do, wait around to hold Cole's hand all the way to safety?
"This way," he pulled Isobel toward the quieter side of the alley, which looked like it would involve climbing a chainlink fence for full-escape, but he was up to it.