They were there, well down, his fingers traced the shape first of one, then a second.

The woman's fingers traced their way along her boy's cheek.

His finger traced its way here and there on the map.

A cold finger of suspicion traced its way down his back.

She moved her hand, fingers once more tracing the scar.

A cold finger of fear traced its way along his spine.

He reached out and with one finger traced the mark on her cheek.

His finger traced slowly under the words in the reader.

Her finger again traced the band of writing on the stone's edge.

He could feel a finger tracing its way around the tattoo.