Whoever lived there — Mrs. Hansen, I guess — had a large, overgrown piece of property. Last year’s dead grass was thigh-high in places and all gone to seed. In other spots, the snow had packed it down into wet humps. A huge stand of sumac had taken over the back of the yard, and a thicket of honeysuckle covered another part. A big maple and a pine loomed over the small house itself, looking like they could take it out completely, given a big enough storm. Compared to Ben’s neatly groomed lawn, it was a jungle.

Madisyn gathered herself. I half expected her to display some strange ability, but all she did was holler.

“Doggie! Doggie! Doggie!”

For several minutes, nothing happened. Then, just as I was deciding Madisyn’s canine friend must be imaginary, the sumac swayed gently, as though touched by wind. The honeysuckle rustled, then parted to expose the biggest dog I’d ever seen. It was at least as tall as a wolfhound, but massively boned instead of leggy. It must’ve weighed more than three hundred pounds. I recalled that Madisyn had said its fur was glass. That could be the case, if glass were flexible and floaty. Whatever the animal’s coat was made of, it was translucent white and shone softly in the morning light. The creature’s eyes were golden, like a wolf’s.

It studied me for a while in silence, then approached the chain-link fence.

Madisyn gave a little squeal and ran over, completely unafraid. “Doggie!”

“Madisyn,” the creature said.

I noticed that its mouth didn’t move. I felt like I was hearing it in the normal way, though — not like it was speaking inside my head.

Madisyn stuck her little arms through the fence and buried her hands in the beast’s coat.

“Hi, doggie. You’re a good doggie. Good doggie.”

The animal nosed Madisyn’s arm. It seemed friendly enough. Slowly, I came over.

“Hello. I’m Madisyn’s aunt. My name is Beth Ryder.”

“I know you. You are interesting.”

The look it gave me out of its unblinking golden eyes was unreadable.

“Madisyn told me you think I can find her mother, Justine.”

“Yes,” the creature said.

Madisyn didn’t react to the beast’s confirmation. She just ran her hands through its fur and murmured “doggie” under her breath.

“Madisyn, would you mind if I spoke to …”

I hesitated. The beast hadn’t introduced itself, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t a dog. I decided to go with a pronoun and glanced down. “If I spoke to him alone for a minute?”

She looked up at me. “Grown-up stuff?”

“Yeah. It’s important.”

“Okay,” she said with a sigh, and retreated to the back stoop. I watch her go, then turned back to the not-dog.

“I’ve told you my name. May I ask yours?”

“Call me Ghosteater.”