Something breathed again beyond the curve, and this time Felicity felt it against her cheek. She lifted a loose end of her hair and let go. It went straight out toward the ditch, settled for a moment and lifted again with the sound. Up on the frame of a wrecked SUV, Shadow had a better view around the bend. He was watching something the wind did to the leaning pole by the old exit.
"Road sign," he called. "The bottom bolt's come out. See the point of it dragging against that guardrail?"
Felicity had been listening for a creature with lungs. What she'd heard was wind coming in fits around the smashed windows of the SUV. As soon as she got her hand out where she could feel it die and start up again, it wasn't frightening anymore. The sign swung through another half turn. Once she could see the clean mark on the rusty pole she couldn't imagine the noise coming from anything else.
