Elusive
How long ago his quarry had been here was unknown, but its scent lingered. Clark drew the air deep into his lungs and savored, his mouth watering. Clark searched the room with his x-ray vision and looked carefully for any hint that would help his pursuit.
There was nothing. Clark's quarry had slipped through his fingers this time. There had to be some crumb of evidence that he could follow.
Clark left the kitchen when he noticed the silver Lamborghini in the driveway and his mother holding out a box to Lex.
"Thanks, Mrs. Kent. Oatmeal raisin are my favorite."
There was nothing. Clark's quarry had slipped through his fingers this time. There had to be some crumb of evidence that he could follow.
Clark left the kitchen when he noticed the silver Lamborghini in the driveway and his mother holding out a box to Lex.
"Thanks, Mrs. Kent. Oatmeal raisin are my favorite."