I suppressed a shudder. Why couldn’t this one have gone with something like “Bob”?

“Ghosteater, I’d like to ask you a question, but I’m afraid I’ll offend you.”

“You will not offend me.”

I nodded. He didn’t seem to have Bob’s formal impulses.

“Do you know what my sister-in-law is, exactly? There’s a tracker here with me, and she’s having trouble sensing anything special about her. She says Justine feels like a human woman to her.”

Ghosteater cocked his head. “She is unfinished. She smells of fragment.”

“Fragment?”

The beast just looked at me.

“Right. Okay. Thank you very much.”

The idea of “fragment” having a particular smell or essence trace or whatever seemed weird to me. I hoped it would be enough to help Zion.

“I will ask you a question, now,” the beast said.

That worried me a bit.

“When the man left you yesterday, where did he go?”

It took me a few seconds to compute. “Do you mean Graham?”

“The one with golden hair.”

How did he know about Graham? Had he been watching me? I wrestled down the impulse to ask. He’d answered my question. Fair’s fair.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know where he went. One of the others, Kara, said he had left town, but that’s all I know.”

“He went east in a car.”

That wasn’t very helpful. Half the state was east of here.

“Well, we’d just come back from Rib Mountain when he dropped me off. Maybe he went back there. Maybe he’d accidentally left something behind.”

Ghosteater looked at me for so long that I was sure he knew I’d given a bullshit answer and was considering eating me. Finally, he turned away.

I hurriedly added, “Thanks for being so kind to my niece.”

Ghosteater paused and looked back at me over his shoulder. “I am not kind.”

Then he turned away again, and I saw that he had no paws. His massive legs just faded out at the bottom. He melted silently into the bushes.

Well. You couldn’t get much higher on the creep-o-meter than that.

Suddenly the idea of Nanny Hansen living in that little overgrown house seemed unwise. I thought for a moment about knocking on her door and telling her to move the hell out because a monster was living in her backyard. But no. She wouldn’t move. Instead, she’d call the police and tell them a crazy woman was on her doorstep. Then Cordus’s people would kill me for breaking the rules.