Wallace and Austin were back in the great room, standing in about the same place as when they’d parted. The storm was picking up; Wallace was soaked. Rain dripped from his dreadlocks forming a puddle on the floor between Darren’s blood trail and where Austin stood.
Wallace and Austin were And there was another change. Their group now consisted of three. Rachel Malone stood on wobbly legs, her left hand holding her head, her right hand steadying herself on Austin’s shoulder.
Wallace looked at Austin and the other woman. The side of Austin’s face was beginning to turn blue, and the woman next to her wore a pump knot on her forehead. He thought about mentioning they were a pair, thought better of it, and instead said to Austin, “Darren made it out of the house. He’s bleedin’ bad. I tracked
