Then he moved slowly along the fence line, brushing leaves aside with a stick, muttering things to himself. “Tracks are a few days old,” he said. “But there’s more than one. Looks like a well-used path.” “Used by what?”
“Something with power. Deep gait. Weight shifting low to the ground. Yeah. A big cat.” He paused and looked up toward the trees. “It’s moving between yards. Skirting the edge of human spaces. It’s not hunting, not exactly, it’s abducting.” Lisa shivered. “Why?”