Chapter 18
It was unpleasant, sickening. The skin was crisp and tattered, and Sean felt unsafe where he touched it, relieved when Dane snatched it from his fingertips and held it up to the gray winter light. He turned it this way and that, trying to find a body shape in the mess, but Sean already knew he wouldn’t. It was only part of a shed skin, crumpled up against itself. That was bad enough.
“Nice spot,” said Dane, and he sounded like he meant it.
“That’s not all of it,” said Sean, wiping his hands on each other, then on his pants, then back together again. Something uneasy crawled just under his skin. “But it’s all that’s here.”
“You can’t track it at all, Ned?” asked Dane, still trying to unfold the skin. It tore. “Shit.”
“No,” said Ned.
Sean realized if he concentrated hard, he
