An incorporeal Geelie, queen of her world, perched atop a tree in the park across from the motel. Hearing a peal of bright, happy laughter, she glanced idly down through the branches at the children below.
Three on the swings, another couple in the sandbox. Standing sentry were several parents. They weren't sitting, chatting casually on the benches scattered throughout the park as they would normally be. They were alert, watchful, never straying more than a few feet from their charges.
Geelie's gaze left them, skittering back to the motel, and the room with the black car parked in front.
