“Sneaking up on a girl in the dark? That’s not very gentlemanly.” A ratchety, rattling laugh filled the darkness. “Got no choice but to sneak,” he said. “With all what’s going on here tonight.” Robyn peered at the cluster of sheet metal, trying to spot the craggy old face amid the rubble. Even with the near-full moon overhead, she couldn’t see him. “Where are you?” “Hiding,” he said. “Like you better do, ’fore they come round again.” Robyn crept closer and knelt on the gravel. A small sheet of metal shifted, and a man’s thin, wrinkled face poked through the gap. He still had a bruised-looking gash on his cheek. It had been there for weeks, with no sign of healing, but Robyn made no comment. “You give that mutt my supper?” he said. “Only part of it,” Robyn said. “Sorry, Barclay.” She handed him the bacon bag, empty but for a few crumbs, then unzipped her backpack and took out a foil-wrapped parcel. Barclay parted the silver wings and sniffed the contents: two thick biscuits, a pile of carrot rounds, and a few strips of cold chicken.
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