Negan grunted as he pulled himself onto the roof, boots leaving the safety of the window sill. It was a large drop, but he opted not to think about it, focusing on the task at hand: information. Apparently, this person would have insight into how to track down the Croat.

The individual in question sat a fair distance away, seemingly fixing an air conditioner. Negan’s brows furrowed, an uneasy feeling filling his stomach… they looked heartbreakingly familiar.