Chapter 3
Spike could smell it. He could see the trail of crushed shells underfoot. He walked to the rock and saw the damp smear. Looking around he wondered if the chap was still in the area but he realized he couldn't be. Spike tugged his lapels tightly around his neck and walked down to the water passing a white handkerchief on the sand. He couldn't feel the cold, but he didn't like the brutal wind that was blowing. The wind off the ocean brought smells that Spike didn't fancy. He liked his meat fresh. Other smells still lingered near the rocks. He followed the path down the beach to the pier. Spike's eyes darted up and down the coast. Then he spied who would be next.
She only saw a pale blur coming up to her in the ghost candled moonlight.