“Isn’t there supposed to be a prize?” Lee said. “What do we get for winning?”

“The satisfaction of winning?” I said, shrugging. I didn’t really care, because I shuddered to think of what cheesy prize Provost would come up with.

“This isn’t very scientific,” Tina said. “And I thought we weren’t supposed to have competitions.”

“Bitching isn’t going to get it over with any faster. Think of it as a party game. Like Pin the Tail on the Donkey,” I said. “Who’s first?” We all glanced guiltily away—no one wanted to be first. We weren’t even bothering to look enthusiastic.

“Conrad, you pick, since you seem to be the one in charge,” Anastasia said.

“Let’s see,” Conrad said in a mock-serious tone. “Tina and Jeffrey are supposed to figure out where it is using their psychic powers, right? The werewolves… what are you supposed to do, sniff it out?”

“You’d be surprised,” Jerome said.

“The vampires do what, fly through the air and use super vision?”

“You watch too many bad movies,” Gemma said.

Conrad huffed and said, “And maybe Odysseus can pull it out of his top hat.”

Tina looked at Grant. “Can you really do that?”

Grant’s lips turned in a thin smile. “Not without preparation and a trapdoor.”

Conrad shook his head. “I still can’t tell if you think you’re for real or not.”

“A lot of what we’re doing here deals with perception rather than truth,” Grant said. “Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.”

There was a pause as we all absorbed that. Gemma’s forehead wrinkled, like she was still parsing the sentence.

“Right, yeah,” Conrad said finally. “So, I still perceive that you’re all deluded or faking. I think Tina and Ariel should go first.”

Ariel shrugged. “I don’t even have any weird talents. I’m like Kitty, I just talk too much.”

“Come on, why us?” Tina said.

“Because I’m betting you’ll put on the best show,” Conrad said.

And they did. At least Tina did. She started by choosing one of the lockets, closing her eyes, feeling it. Picking up vibes, whatever. I might have believed in the things she could do, but I still didn’t understand how it worked.

“What do you want me to do?” Ariel whispered, clearly in awe of the psychic.

“Hold the flashlight,” Tina said, retrieving the light from the kitchen counter.

They went outside. Gordon followed them with one of the cameras.

“What if they don’t find it?” Jerome said.

Lee sat back and stretched his arms over his head. “It’s going to be a long night.”

Tina and Ariel returned, prize in hand, about forty minutes later. Which, as long as it seemed, was still more quickly than I would have expected. It didn’t bode well, because I was pretty sure we wouldn’t be able to find our half so quickly, and I kind of wanted to win. And I hated that I kind of wanted to win, because that meant I was playing Provost’s game. I’d just have to be obnoxious about it.

Ariel was bubbling, holding up both halves of the locket for all to see. Tina looked annoyed. She held a crooked, forked stick a couple of feet long that she might have picked up off the ground.

“Is that a dowsing rod?” Jeffrey said. Tina nodded.

“A dowsing rod?” Conrad said. “Are you serious?”

“Took us straight to it,” Ariel said.

Jeffrey grinned at Tina. “You are so cool.” She blushed.

Conrad shook his head, as skeptical as ever, but he wrote the time down on the sheet of paper anyway.

“It’s spooky out there,” Tina said. “I’d just as soon not have to go out at night again.”

“Spooky?” I said. Meaning: spookier than a nighttime forest usually is?

“Maybe I’m still creeped out by that hypnotism trick last night.” She threw Grant a glare.

“You should trust your instincts,” Grant said. “If you think something’s out there, you should listen to that feeling.”

“That’s just it, I can listen to my instincts all I want, but unless I get something specific, I’m just panicking.” She slumped into an armchair, shrugging off further inquiry. “Who’s next?”

Jeffrey and Lee went next. Jeffrey touched the locket like Tina had. Lee held the piece of jewelry to his nose and took a deep breath. Taking in the scent. It took them about forty-five minutes, and when they returned, Tina and Ariel did a little high-five because they were still in the lead.

“These things must not be very well hidden,” Conrad observed. “I guess Provost wouldn’t want to make it too hard.”

“Sometimes when you’re looking for something, it just calls out to you,” Jeffrey said.

Then came Jerome and me. We both took big draws of air off our locket, the oval one. Not that it would help, because it smelled generic—cheap metal, a little bit tangy, and a little bit like Provost’s aftershave. Maybe that would be enough to give me a trail. Really, I didn’t know how we were going to manage this. Picking a weak scent out of the wilderness was like looking for a needle in a haystack. No—a specific piece of hay in a haystack.

Jerome and I ended up outside, along with Gordon the PA and his camera, looking into the great outdoors, letting our eyesight adjust to the darkness. I turned my nose up, breathed deep, and caught the trail of Provost’s aftershave. Leading right back to the lodge, of course.

“I’m not sure this is going to work,” I said.

“Well, let’s get started doing something. Crisscross the ground, cover all the area around the house, see what we can pick up.” It was as good a plan as any.

We split up, him taking the front of the lodge and me taking the back. I caught the trails of the teams that had gone before us and ignored them. I was looking for Provost.

“Kitty!” Jerome called, and I trotted over to join him.

He was kneeling, resting one hand on the ground, head bent over. His powerful body was taut, like he was ready to run, his gaze up and watchful. He looked animal, a little bit of his wolf bleeding into his gaze. Not wanting to set him off, I approached cautiously, obliquely.