“Track him?” Oh no, she hadn’t thought of that. Shit, what if Hecate followed him and went ballistic on her too? What if Apollo had friends who would come looking? Shit shit shit. Marcie gulped and couldn’t help following Much a little way, because the corpse was kind of hers, in a way? A weird way. It wasn’t the fact that he was a corpse that worried her, per se. And, on some level, she kind of wondered what kind of job Much thought she did with that knife. It was well and truly jammed in there, right to the hilt.