Its the witching hour and even the night denizens have gone to ground. Sky is dark and deep - the first real hint that cycle of the year has turned toward winter. There is ambient heat from the coolant systems at the back of the tiny strip mall and the air has a pleasant, invigorating, coolness to it.
That is good enough for Hector. For such a small strip mall, the dumpsters out the back are large; large and easy to access. To the homeless man that was too much of an opportunity to pass up. He is there in the dumpster, digging through the rubbish with avid glee.
Question is, does anyone else hear the racket his excavations are making?