"Any sign of human activity?" "None." "Anything else I need to know?" "Nothing you can't guess," he said. "They aren't discussing their plans over their phones, but every indication is they aren't moving on." "Any sign they're calling in for reinforcements?" "Yes, but they aren't getting any." He paused. "Lara called." It was my turn to pause. "What did she want?" "Nothing in particular," he said. "She said they had refugees." "From me?" "Not specifically. More people running from Johnny Mack." "Was she telling me something?" "Maybe that the wolves aren't supporting them." "All right. Any idea how many enforcers are left?" "Maybe three or four," he said. "Thanks, Greg," I said. "Michaela, she doesn't ask about you, but she knows if there was anything she should know, I would tell her." "Thanks, Greg," I repeated. "I'm going to go now." I climbed into the shower and cried. Afterwards, I was too tired to drive anywhere to call Angel.
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