The locket in her hand pulsed again. She clenched her fingers and let her senses flare to full life. Merry was on the move, running lightly through the tunnel. Fleeing, but not in fright. Shirley bit her lip. Something was happening, something she couldn't sense or understand.
Ethan's tension washed heat across her back. Maybe he could sense the presence she merely guessed at.
"Flinch's not here," he said softly. "But the zombies are. I think you and Ben should go back. I'll continue the hunt for Merry alone."
"Merry is our client's daughter," Ben reminded him. "You go nowhere without us." "The two of you will never match Merry's inhuman speed. You'll only get in my way."
Ben turned. His flashlight pierced the darkness, almost sun-bright. "And by that are you suggesting youcan match her inhuman speed?"
"Yes, I am." Ethan hesitated. "I don't like the feel of this. Take Shirley and head back to the entrance. You'll be safe there."
