Felicity could see the faces at the end of the street through a gap between Victor's feathers. There were nine she could count, including a woman with a faded sun hat pulled down to an ear that had mostly rotted off. Felicity touched Victor's wrist to get him to move his wing. Before he could oblige, all nine heads turned to follow her hand.
"That's bloody unpleasant," she said. The last corpse in line stood half behind a brick corner. She could see the brim of the hat from here, but the man behind the corner shouldn't have been able to see any part of her at all. His head had turned with the others. "They don't each have to see me, do they?"
"It only takes one," Damien said. He kept his eyes on the brown fog gathering behind the shops. "There's something in there paying attention to what the rest can see."
