Thom didn’t wait for anything else to happen. He turned on his heel and walked as quickly as he could manage without breaking into a run. Past the pies, past the stupid Christmas decorations, and out the entrance. He was relieved to find Justin right behind him when he got to the car
“Thom, what’s going on?”
“I have no idea.” Thom tapped the car window. “Let’s just go. Let’s get out of here.”
Justin hit the key fob and the doors popped open. Thom didn’t wait for Justin to tell him to get in. He shoved Dog in the back seat, then hurried in himself.
“I see you!” the man shouted from the entrance. “I want my fucking dog!”
What felt like a hundred faces had followed them out of the market, all turned in Thom’s direction. An entire army of people judged their retreat, nodding, whispering, and pointing, while Thom’s heart pounded with enough force that he was sure they could all hear it. “Go, go, go, go,” he mumbled, practically bouncing with nervous energy.