"What's....wrong?" The repeated question was echoed in each of the muggles: triangle, square, oval and rectangle. They all blinked, in unison, at the man who had addressed them.
Jason broke the heavy silence first. The cell phone shoved forward, nearly against the man's nose. "What's wrong are you lot are deaf. This bloke. This guy. Our friend. He. Went. MISSING!"
The triangle woman gasps. Moves over to the square one, cupping a hand over her mouth to whisper. A whisper that's not much of a whisper. "What if they did it. These people. What if they ...." A gulp, gasp and whimper. "Disposed of Ryan."
The oval man hears. Stops taking the selfie. Freezes, his frown turning right upside down. His beady eyes slip over to the new additions to the street. Adults, lingering a distance, but not too far. His skin looses some of its color. The rectangle man's face gains color.
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