It wasn't the most subtle of signs, and the honest truth was, Laura hadn't been aiming for subtle. She had been aiming for the elder missing Hale boy, but that she had gotten Derek and not Peter delighted her.

She'd prowled, waiting and watching. She'd like to think it was knowing her brother, no matter what, but it was the scent. Rich, pine and loam, and family. Hers.

Leaping down from her perch, she followed the car, watching to see where he'd go.