The click of Harry's pistol sounded louder than it should have.
Maybe it was because the town was so quiet.
Maybe it was because everyone was expecting something to happen.
Or maybe it was because Bill had dragged them this far north chasing ghosts.
Harry kept the weapon low as they moved between abandoned storefronts. Saul walked a few paces ahead. The others spread themselves out naturally, years of survival making the formation instinctive.
Bill led from the front.
Of course he did.
Harry watched him for a moment.
Bill never admitted what he was looking for.
Never said it out loud.
But Harry wasn't stupid.
This wasn't about supplies anymore.
Hadn't been for a while.
Ever since Canada, Bill had been pushing farther and farther from familiar territory. Longer scouting routes. More dangerous roads. More unnecessary risks.
The excuse was always the same.
"We need supplies."
"We need information."
"We need options."
Bullshit.
Harry knew better.
