Nathan Marsh
"Hello," I say into my phone.
"She's back in town," Emily says. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she means the hunter, not Ivy.
"Where?"
"She's gone back up that trail over the house, same place you pointed out to me before."
"Is she still there?"
"No. She was by while I was on the road. That's all I got out of the imp."
"Is the imp still present?" I ask.
"Yes, and it's a difficult little bastard. It'll only tell me that she was here, looked in on the house, and left."