"Ain't counting on it," Daryl muttered, trying to be realistic. He definitely thought the fae shit would give them a lead on where to start looking for the kid, but he didn't expect them to catch her that day. Kid had a couple days lead, after all.

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The house they pulled up to was a modest semi-detached house in a clearly planned neighborhood of similar homes. Two stories, brick, large enough fenced garden for a tree and the small play house to fit without over-whelming the backyard space. Daryl pulled his bike around to the garage and, once they were off it, opened the thing up to pull it inside next to the car already sitting there.

"They said they'd leave it unlocked for when I got back," he explained, hand on the door to the garden. The family had clearly put a lot of faith in Daryl, who seemed (to them at least) to be the only one who believed them and weren't laughing behind their backs or accusing them of toking up, maybe getting drunk, and seeing things. "They uh... they caught me snooping. So they know what I am."

Fair warning that they were now fully aware of the supernatural element involved. Not just that Daryl thought they were telling the truth.