Obviously Hunter’s senses felt a presence, too, as he turned with her. Summer whispered as Hunter pulled her with him behind a huge nearby headstone, “There. You see him? I’ve seen him a couple of times, but I don’t know who it is.” Hunter sniffed at the air; closing his eyes as if that helped his senses determine things better. “Smells familiar, but I can’t place it. Something’s strange about the scent. It’s animal scent, but obviously he isn’t. You distract him by going around the shed and then calling to him. I’ll duck out the other way, go around the house, and hopefully intersect his path as you set out towards him, sending him running into me.” “Okay. On the count of three,” she said. Hunter nodded. She whispered, “One…two…” and he was gone. “What happened to ‘count of three’?” She said to herself. She snuck around the shed and then called out to the man, startling him. “Hey. What are you doing here?” she shouted and started running towards the shadowy figure in the dimness of the falling night.
