She stood at the eyehole they had drilled in the stone wall, watching the dirt road for activity. When she heard him approach behind her, she said, “They’re an hour overdue.”
“They probably just had to take the long way around. Sometimes the middle of town is too thick to risk it.”
“It’s getting dark.”
The patrol was supposed to check in every couple hours, that was the rule, but with batteries running low sometimes they didn’t bother.
“They’ll be fine. He’ll be fine. Come back inside.”
She continued through the eyehole. “I’ll be in in a little bit.”
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