“Christopher, today a guard died on top of the tower,” I told him. “Did you see what happened?”

He looked at me with eyes that were luminescent with a mix of innocence and wonder. “I see everything. I see wonders.”

Right. Lights were on, but nobody was home. “Could you tell me what you saw?”

“A beast.” The man raised his hands, his fingers spread like claws. “Big, orange beast. Swooped down—whoosh—dead doggie.”

Dead doggie was right.

“It is the hunter of heavens. A celestial protector.”

Celestial protector. Chinese legends spoke of dragons that acted as celestial guardians, but none of them looked like cats with wings. “What do you mean by ‘celestial protector’?”

“A guardian who no longer guards. A predator of the sky.”

That didn’t help me any. “In what country would I look for this predator?”

“It doesn’t exist.” Christopher gave a sad smile. “Rocks and memories forgotten.”

“What happened after the beast killed the guard?”

“Then I died for a little while. I often die, but just for a minute or two. Death never stays. She only visits.”

“Christopher, focus. What did the beast do after he attacked the woman?”

“I will tell you. I will tell you all, but water.” Christopher held the canteen upside down, his face sad. “No more. All empty. Nothing left. Sonst nichts.”

That last bit sounded German.

“You give me more water and I will tell you. Everything.” Christopher nodded.

“You’ll tell her everything anyway,” Hibla growled. “Or—”

Or nothing. “Derek, please give me your canteen.”

Derek handed the canteen to me. I held it up. Christopher focused on the canteen.

“Tell me what you saw and it’s yours.”

“Water first.”

“No. Information first.”

Christopher licked his lips.

I moved the canteen toward Derek. I would go to hell for this.

“The beast took the woman. Off the wall. There!” Christopher pointed at the wall. “It bit her neck and carried her away.”

On the other side of the wall was a sheer cliff. Made sense. Tamara was a grown woman, at a minimum an extra hundred pounds of deadweight, probably more. To carry her off, the beast would have to start a glide somewhere high. Leaping off the wall with several hundred feet of clear air under you would be perfect and nobody could follow it. Our investigation just withered at the root and died.

“Did the beast speak? Did you see anything else?”

Christopher shook his head and reached for the water. We wouldn’t get anything else out of him. I gave him the canteen. He clutched it and hid it under his rags. Crazy, yes. Dumb, no.

We walked away.

“I shared with you,” Hibla said. “What are your thoughts?”

I had to be diplomatic. “I’m formally advising you to double the patrols.”