“Since about noon, I know,” he said. “We’ve been listening to the same thing.” He held out his hand. “Friends?”
She looked at him warily before her expression softened in a rush and she took his hand. “Friends. Now, can we find my son, please?”
“Of course, I’m sure he hasn’t—”
More cracks, more shuffling amongst the sage. “Oh, Jesus,” Williams mumbled. He loosed the pistol from his waist and handed it to her. “Were-raptors, I think. How many bullets do you have in that thing?”
“All of them,” she said. “The car’s been our weapon. Were-raptors; what are—”
“Shhh, they’re coming. Ank?”
The rustling intensified. Whatever it was, it was almost there.
“Get ready,” said Williams, and sighted the dark.
And Luna emerged, holding Erik’s hand with one arm and cradling her radio in the other, a
