"Yeah, the field was how I tried a few nights ago," Murphy agreed, following along with Scar. How many guys named 'Scar' were running around this place, anyway? He wasn't quite sure what he thought of the buy, either. There was something about him that the ex-con couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe it was just the way he talked. To a poor kid from the city streets, it sounded sort of uppity.

But who was he to judge?

"The walls look like you can scale them."