"Let's go," Wolf said and started around the old hotel. He expected to find a clear blood trail. He wasn't disappointed. The blood had seared into the concrete.

"This way." Wolf led off. Mark finally quit fussing and fell in behind Wolf a few steps to the right. Igor was barely audible back further and to the left. They followed the blood through the morning. As Wolf expected, it got harder to find the blood. The Thing had to either stop the bleeding or die. They didn't see a ...