They walked.
The two men led the way, moving down the sidewalk with the kind of easy confidence that came from knowing nobody would mess with them.
Their hands stayed in their pockets, their strides relaxed but purposeful.
People on the sidewalk moved out of their way without being asked, stepping aside with quick, nervous glances.
Liam followed a few steps behind, his eyes scanning the area as they moved.
Tasha walked beside him, quiet, her cap pulled low over her eyes.
Davies trailed at the back, his face pale, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. His shoulders were hunched, his steps hesitant.
They turned off Ashford Avenue onto a narrower side street. The change was immediate and jarring.
Liam noticed the buildings here were older, shorter, packed closer together.
The paint on the storefronts was faded, peeling in long strips.
