He really needed to be heading to New Orleans soon, but he wasn't certain the girl would even keep her promise, and there was still the odd person with a vendetta going strong against him back home. Risky business all for a dame, but could be worth it if he played his cards right.
He turned into an alley way, dimly lit and grimy, but reasonably empty, eying the fire escapes, trying to remember which of the dwellings above was empty. He was sure he'd crashed here before, but all these building began to look the same after a while, and even the empty ones were usually claimed by some one.
He pulled a crumpled packet from his pocket, slipping a cigarette between his lips and lighting up. Maybe it was down another block?