WILLIAMS PAUSED, THE rain dripping from the brim of his hat.
Where had that come from? He ducked under a stand of pine trees to escape the downpour and knelt, thinking about it. He didn’t know rightly, only that it had seemed to be a new message and not merely a memory of the last. As for where it had come from ...
He stared south-west, toward Baldy Mountain, toward the town of Paradise. Was it even possible? Could Ank have just communicated with him over such a vast distance?
The truth was, he didn’t know. But it was something, something he could use for a north star, something he could follow when all he’d had before was a gut feeling—just the faintest intuition, really—that the answer to Ank’s whereabouts lie somewhere back the way they’d came. He stepped out from beneath the branch
