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...