I noticed Hunter didn’t run to the door as he had last time. He was behind me, though; I could feel his brain buzzing. He was not exactly scared, but anxious, as most children are about the unknown. But he was definitely pleased that he couldn’t hear her. I’d been pleased when I found out vampire brains were silent to me, too.

“Heidi, did you learn anything?” I said hesitantly. Some of this might not be appropriate for Hunter to hear.

“The fae tracks in your woods are fresh and heavy. There are two scents. They crisscross.” She inhaled, with apparent delight. “I love the smell of fae in the night. Better than gardenias.”

Since I’d already assumed she’d detect the fae Basim had reported smelling, this wasn’t a big revelation. But Heidi said there were definitely two fae. That was bad news. It confirmed what Hunter had said, too.

“What else did you find?” I stepped back a little, so she could see Hunter was behind me and tailor her remarks accordingly.

“Neither of them is the fairy I smell here in your house.” Not good news. “Of course, I smelled many werewolves. I also smell a vampire—I think Bill Compton, though I’ve only met him once. There’s an old c-o-r-p-s-e. And a brand-new c-o-r-p-s-e buried due east from your house, in a clearing by the stream. The clearing is in a stand of wild plums.”

None of this was reassuring. The old c-o-r-p-s-e, well, I’d expected that, and I knew who it was. (I spared a moment to wish Eric hadn’t buried Debbie on my property.) And if Bill was the vampire walking through the woods, that was all right . . . though it did make me worry that he was just roaming around brooding all night instead of trying to build a new life for himself.

The new corpse was a real problem. Basim hadn’t said anything about that. Had someone buried a body on my property in the last two nights, or had Basim simply left it off his list for some reason? I was staring at Heidi while I thought, and she finally raised her eyebrows. “Okay, thanks,” I said. “I appreciate your taking the time.”

“Take care of the little one,” she said, and then she was across the back porch and out the door. I didn’t hear her walk around the house to her car, but I didn’t expect to. Vampires can be mighty quiet. I did hear her engine start up, and she drove away.