A hand came out of nowhere, colliding with the walkie-talkie, smacking it out of Red’s hands. It fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. The static died with it. Red’s eyes stayed down there with the broken walkie-talkie, not looking up. Because she knew that hand, the one that came out of nowhere. Knew the black scribbled check mark and boxes by his knuckles, matching the ones on hers. It was Arthur.
WTF
