Silence filled the truck.
“No signal,” Adrian sighed.
“You lost her location?” I disliked how upset I was.
Adrian narrowed his eyes. “For now.”
I’m sure she wouldn’t stay lost for long. Adrian had been watching over her, keeping her safe, for as long as I can remember. The thought made my chest burn with emotion. Maybe it was for the best that I hated her, since she was always meant to be with my best friend. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat.
I must have dozed off because I awoke at the sound of Adrian’s voice.
“Where are we going?”
Ben was turning into the parking lot of a strip mall. “I want to stock up on more ammunition.”
He braked sharply.
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“No. We need to get to Taryn.” Adrian frowned at Ben.
He nodded in agreement, “Yes, we do.” He raised a brow, “But what if we run into trouble? We used most of our ammo back at the school, and I don’t want to have to drive home to get more.”
Ben killed the engine and climbed out of the vehicle.
Adrian sighed, but climbed out too. “You’re right.”
“Fuck it,” I muttered and followed them.
The bell jingled as we pushed inside. It was more than obvious that the place had already been hit.
Glass cases were smashed, and boxes of ammunition were scattered across the counter.
Ben and Adrian both had their guns at the ready, and I followed suit.
“Hello?” Ben called. “Reed, are you here?”
A man stepped out from the back, followed by another holding a shotgun.
“Store’s closed.”
Ben frowned, “Who the hell are you?”
The first man smirked, “The owner. Who the hell are you?”
“Reed Benson owns this store. I’ve never seen you before.” Ben narrowed his eyes.
The guy shrugged, “Not anymore.”
Adrian spoke up, “We’re not looking for trouble.”
“Maybeweare.” Shotgun guy said.
The air in the store went tense.
“Put your guns down, and we’ll talk.” The man nodded at Ben’s rifle.
“That’s not going to happen,” Ben growled.
