Tracks scents between cities

She took the scent of Splat’s hollow from a ball cap near the door and returned to the rooftops. With the moon full, she could have found him from three cities distant. She trailed the street he’d driven and rode the steel spine of a tractor trailer across the Goldwater Bridge. Terrain mattered, and she didn’t know the rooftops of Commonwealth Plaza, so she darted from the truck, spidered up the exterior wall of a train station, and scented the air. Northeast.
Another train line whisked her that way. At each stop, she bounded to the station roof and sprinted over top, avoiding the prying eyes of humans and their cameras. She recalled Splat’s maps. Most pins were in Garden Heights, where the new line terminated.
She picked the scent up again just before Garden Heights, in unfamiliar terrain between the suburbs and Commonwealth, called Center Square. The buildings were shorter than in Commonwealth, but crowded with bus stops and neon lights advertising department stores, coffee shops, and the bright arches of fast food. She rode the train into the station this time, dropped to the platform among startled passengers, and slid beneath the turnstile. She tracked the scent across an elevated walkway that crossed six lanes of traffic and connected the station to a massive parking deck that fed into a sprawling, four-story shopping complex called Center Square Mall.
Ryn paused. The predator’s scent had filtered down to her mouth where she could taste it; she savored the moon’s bright light and opened her senses. The dark was wide with possibilities. Deciding on her next move, she hooded herself from prying security cameras and tracked Splat’s scent to a white van on the top deck.


Chapter 4, Page 57-58