Nathan Marsh
"Hello," I say into my phone.
"She's back in town," Emily says. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she means the hunter, not Ivy.
"Where?"
"She's gone back up that trail over the house, same place you pointed out to me before."
"Is she still there?"
"No. She was by while I was on the road. That's all I got out of the imp."
"Is the imp still present?" I ask.
"Yes, and it's a difficult little bastard. It'll only tell me that she was here, looked in on the house, and left."
"I can be there in twenty minutes," I say. Stationing an imp on the trail to watch it is an unconventional solution to watching a piece of property, given the capriciousness of imps, but with my influence upon the little demon, we might be making it work. The hunter is just too good for
