Toni glowered, her relief turning to anger.
“Chickenshit p*****s sneaking up from behind! Why don’t they try and take us on face-to-face? God, I want to paint the rocks with one! Those guys better have caught him.”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
Jeri nodded down the trail, where the others were ascending. Disgust and fury were plain on every face. Naomi lagged behind a little, clearly winded from the pursuit and climb. A sullen silence reigned, as though they’d been arguing. Bob wondered if Lilli had upbraided them for running off rather than help. Toni was eyeing the Cleveland returnees with narrowed eyes too. Jeri stepped forward as leader.
“Report!”
Lilli snorted and Erica shrugged.
“Fucker got away. He was too fast for us, wearing sneakers.”
“What’d he look like?”
Erica shrugged again
