Tracking

Bart and Paul left there through the back way and headed down through the alley to the clinic. This was easy for them to walk it. They could dodge around the dumpsters and overgrown bushes that vehicles couldn’t.

“This is where Grace interrupted my tracking.”

“Is she really your mate?”

“If I was a cat, she would be catnip.”

“Okay, enough said. Forget I asked. That’s an image I don’t want to see.” Paul waved Bart off from further discussing this subject, and got back into searching for the scent.

“When you find the scent, you’ll know. It’s a chemical trail that vaguely smells like lemons or citrus. I think it’s a cologne or shampoo they’re wearing, but there’s nothing natural about it.”

“Oh, geez. I got it. It smells like that old spray furniture polish, but a knock down cheap version made in a lab.” Paul’s voice trailed off and he looked at Bart for confirmation.

“How did I miss that connection?” Bart pulled out h