Michael
We stay in the rain for an hour. I walk ahead of Faye but turn to keep an eye on her as she picks her way off the road into an overgrown easement. I’ve lost the scent I was following with Lowe earlier. It was a vampire, for sure. A group, we believe. At least two females and a trio of males had been on this road at one point, outside of a vehicle, in a gathering.
But Faye’s scent is long gone, making this trip pointless.
We reach the place she was found, and she stops, realizing it without me having to show her.
A few feet of brush have been beaten down, grass turned to mud. She stares down at the spot, her eyes wide and full of confusion. I can tell she’s trying to remember, but can’t, and it’s killing her that she knows this spot and not the events that led her to being le
