It didn’t move. Sudden fear drove like an icicle through his heart. Had the hinges jammed? Or was there some kind of locking device he hadn’t noticed? Images of being trapped inside the dumpster until the truck came along to collect the garbage filled his mind. Collection was every two or three weeks in this part of the sprawl, and judging by the contents of this dumpster, Falcon figured it had been last emptied within the last few days.