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He must’ve detected a note of suspicion in my voice because he asked, “Would you feel better if I left a trail of breadcrumbs? Perhaps a spool of thread?”
“They won’t do me much good if I’m dead.”
He clucked his tongue. “Come now, Miss Clay. We both know it wouldn’t be that easy to kill you.”
It was only a guess, I knew, but he guessed right.
“What do you want to show me?” I asked.
His mouth turned up at the corners. “The only way to know is to come with me. Seriously, Miss Clay, you trusted me enough to search the area with you.”
“That’s because I wanted to watch you.”
His brow lifted. “Oh, I see. You wanted to see whether I displayed any prior knowledge of the crime scene.”
“I wanted to rule you out.”
“And have you?”
“I have.”
“Good.” He beckoned me forward. “I hope those shoes are comfortable. It’s best to travel there on foot.”
We walked in relative silence until we reached a section of the woods about twenty feet north of the Falls. I couldn’t tell whether he was waiting for me to initiate conversation. If so, I sorely disappointed him.
Kane stood in front of two mighty oak trees and opened his arms wide. “Behold, the crossroads.”
I stared at the trees, underwhelmed. “This is it?”
He twisted to regard me. “Yes. I think this is where the monster came from.”
I surveyed the area. “What makes you think that? I don’t see any evidence.” No destruction. No fallen trees.
Kane sighed wearily. “You’re very difficult to impress, Miss Clay. Do you think I offer personal tours to just anybody?”
No, I didn’t. Kane Sullivan clearly did whatever he liked, whenever he liked, with whomever he liked. Nice gig if you can get it.
I approached the gateway. No doubt it was the same one Matilda and Gwen had passed through to get here. The same one Kane had referenced yesterday when he basically said a door works both ways.
“Is this the only gateway in the area?”
He dragged a hand through his hair. “Do you really want to know?”
“I think it’s important.”
“Yes. This is the only one in Fairhaven, but the crossroads here are special.”
“Let me guess. Because you live here?”
He pressed a hand to his chest in a mocking gesture. “You flatter me, Miss Clay. No, because the crossroads here are unlike any other, to my knowledge. They seem to be a place where multiple gateways converge.”
I started to choke. “Are you serious?”
“Occasionally.”
I stared at the seemingly innocuous oak trees, absorbing the news. I’d never heard of such a thing. It had to be an anomaly.
“How many?” I asked.
