Grey had no clue what they were doing as they walked through the cold dark streets. “How can we be sure he’s at the bar?” he asked, looking at Jem, Elizabeth and Rosalyn.
“We can’t. That’s why the others have gone to their homes,” Rosalyn replied as she stuck her hands in her black coat pocket. She sneaked a look at Elizabeth, who was staring blankly ahead.
They were once again placed in awkward silence. As they walked past the park, some hushed yelling caught his ear. He scanned the park, and in the distance, in the shadows, he saw two shadows yelling at one another.
“Stop,” he muttered.
“What is it?” Elizabeth asked. Grey pointed at the two shadows.
The group held their breath as they tip-toed closer and closer until they could hear well enough but not be spotted. They were hiding
