Chambers knelt at the edge of the stand of hawthorn. The branches were fish-belly white and brittle as matchsticks, barely having budded in the uncertain spring weather.
The tracks led to this very spot and then just vanished. Heavy boot prints, filling with runoff from the recent spate of rain showers, then…nothing. Only one thing made any sense.
He thumbed his lapel mike on and spoke, keeping his voice level despite his concerns.
“Chambers to all units, suspect has gone non-corporeal. Unless he’s a lot nastier than I think, he’ll have to rematerialize soon. Be ready! It’s gonna get ugly real soon.”