Chapter FiveThe Division
The high-pitched hum of motors had every eye turning to the road. Joe scowled, fingering the shaft of an arrow as he shifted a little. Helena pulled the pistol from where she had squirreled it away. Everyone else seemed to tense, their hands moving to rest on the weapons they held. Nathan, Georgia and Seth stood at the front of the group, as Anica herded Rebecca, Charlie and Helena towards the campervan. Esther stepped back, holding the door open for them but, Joe noted, not stepping up to join them inside. Helena looked as though she wanted to protest being closed up away from the action, but James turned pleading eyes on her.
‘I would feel better if you were in there with the gun,’ he insisted.
She huffed an irritated sigh but moved inside, eyeing Esther caref
