“Wait!” Once again, panic flittered to life inside Lyle’s chest. “Just wait.” He closed his eyes. He listened carefully. And yes…there within the exhaust lingering on the sleeping street and the fading dampness of the extinguished fog: human. Woman, to be more specific. “There’s a lady,” Lyle said. He reached out to snug the door into its frame. “She’s not close, but she’s too close for us to walk out.”
“How old is she?”
“How in the hell would I—”
Arius raised his voice. “How old is she, Lyle?”
Lyle frowned and backed away. “I don’t know! A woman! Thirty-ish, maybe.”
“Is she cycling? Has she borne children? What did she have for dinner?”
“What—”
Arius caught his arm and squeezed it hard enough to make Lyle hiss. “You could know this if you tried. And I think that somewhere deep down
