Chapter Forty-Nine
Matilda and Jacqueline stare into the water as the lab technician pours the pheromones into a deep long trench shaped tank. Lamprey are swimming in a clump against the flow all facing the same way at the other end. As the red drips pass onto them they scatter in all directions. Some leap from the tank hiss and writhe around on the floor beside Matilda’s feet. She jumps back in alarm. The lab technician laughs.
“I know they are the worst. These things are more nasty than snakes to me. I’ve been working here for five years now and they still give me the shivers. Just awful!” She picks up the three from the floor and flings them back in the tank, one sucks hard straight to her suede glove and swings wildly around wrapping itself up her arm. She pulls and it releases, then
