Will turned his cell on speaker, then closed the phone. The faceplate stayed lit, indicating the call was still active. As quietly as he could, he got out of the car, ducking inside to retrieve his service pistol from the holster that still hung behind the driver’s seat, where he’d put it earlier. Ahead, he saw movement in Grantland’s vehicle, but there was no sound, nothing to indicate anything untoward was happening. Checking the safety on his gun, he started forward. He made it out of the alley and halfway across the empty street before Grantland and Corey got out of the car.
He stopped. Waited.