CARL

This has definitely escalated more than I thought. I leaped to my feet and so did Alma as the men waltzed close to us with keen eyes. They wore their observations on their sleeves like they tried to tell us that they weren't afraid of tagging us criminals, especially Alma. I stepped in front of her, my brows drawn together.

"What's happening?" I inquired, eyeing one of the men who looked like he hardly fit into the uniform. "Who are you?"

That was an unnecessary question, I knew ...