He vaulted into the dumpster, sinking calf-deep into the noisome contents. Reaching up, he dragged the heavy lid down. Unlike the ones in Seattle, these hinges weren’t rusty; the lid was going to close all the way. Working quickly, he jammed something under the metal top, leaving an opening almost a hand’s-breadth wide. Then he crouched low, put his eye to the gap, and waited.