“No,” Frank agreed, as he put up a hand for Clay to cease talking.
“What is it?”
Clay was all anxiety at once.
“Sounds like the kid calling for help. Did he take a gun with him?”
“Of course.”
“Where’s Alex?”
“He went the other way.”
There was a short silence and then Jule’s voice rang out, sharp and clear:
“Help! Come on a run!”