He crept closer, leaning against the wall of a townhouse that bordered the half-fence, half-wall enclosure, just enough to spy around the corner and through the bars. The flame was pointing towards the building, slightly upwards. One of the higher floors was where his quarry lay, but he had to be absolutely sure. He pulled back after only a few seconds of exposure. None of the windows appeared to be open, their blinds drawn, but a few rooms had lights on. He could not be seen.