Chapter SixteenDaylight crept in under the heavy velvet curtains. The room was warm and scented with pine from the still-smouldering logs. Clare lay on the rumpled comforter, still wide awake.
A polite tapping at her door made her jump.
“Terrick?”
“You decent?”
“Come in, it's unlocked,” she called.
The door opened and Terrick entered, closing the door behind him. “You look like crap,” he observed. “Did you sleep?”
“Maybe; What day is it?”
“Thursday.”
Interview day plus six.
“What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“Terrick, I know what Viruñas is.”
The sheriff pulled one of the straw-colored cushioned seats from the window to the side of her bed. “Go on.”
Clare brought an image to the screen of her cell. In it, a pale-skinned humanoid creature with glowing red eyes an
