“Knock it off. You’re acting like a kid afraid of the dark.”
“I am afraid, boss.”
And what could Sarrasin say to that?
“That’s all bullshit, right?” Dientz said like he needed to believe it.
“Sure it is. No evidence whatsoever.”
Gill motioned them towards a down of pink sand across the way. It was illuminated by her exterior LEDs. “How’s this for evidence? It fit the bill?”
Pressed down in the soft sand was a grotesque print. Several of them, in fact. They were diamond-shaped, about five inches from tip to tip, with four smaller indentations spaced evenly around them. Like some sort of weird alien foot had been set down, one with spurs coming off it.
Gill said, “What leaves a track like that?”
“I know,” Wells said. “It’s some of that weird gas.”
Sarrasin ignored him, studied the p
