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To Finn it was as if the Half-Hunter had been sliced by light from neck to belly, the light dancing for a moment before spreading out in each direction and swallowing the man.

The victim’s stare burned on to Finn’s mind. Eyes wide. Fear vivid. And then nothing. Just a vague yellow smudge carried across the air slowly. And, in the sand where he had stood, scorch marks around bootprints.

Lingering, a face that was mutated and mutating, a figure rearranging itself in the breeze. But Finn recognised who this was instantly. Even if he couldn’t believe it.

“Tick, tock,” said the phantom before scattering into nothingness in the grey light of evening.

Emmie scrunched on to the scene. “What’s going on, Finn?” she asked. “Why did you come over here?”

Finn gawped dumbly, hardly able to explain. “I thought I saw something, like a light dropping from the sky, and came over to look. But when I got here …”

He stood aside to let her see the scratches in the air.

He showed her the scorched bootprints.

“That’s Kenzo,” he said. “The Japanese Half-Hunter. Was Kenzo. He was swallowed or something.”

“It’s like those marks at the hotel,” Emmie said, eyes wide in amazement.

“But that’s not the scariest thing,” said Finn.

“It’s not?”

“No. I saw what swallowed him,” Finn said. “It was Mr Glad. He’s back. He killed Kenzo.”