You feel something -- like a swarm of hornets buzzing under your scalp. A strange…

Not closely enough, you suspect. But still -- good idea to visit her once more.

"You think it's the suspect who left the prints?"

"Possibly. If she's in here, we need to plan our next step carefully."

"Hold on, you really don't feel anything?"

"No -- but you're the sensitive one."

It's not a quib. The situation is dangerous.

He trusts your gut feeling on this.

"I saw them too, in the sand back there. Do you think it's our suspect?"

"A pain, a strange tingling."

"I don't feel it, but..." He looks ahead, beyond the arch. "We should still be careful. There were footprints back there. And I'm pretty sure they were fresh."

"A ghost."