16. Leviathan“Are these containers all full of bones?” Fer stood in the shadows of a large, bleak lorry-park, filled with rows of the vehicles and their rectangular metal boxes. More lorries lumbered in from the motorway, their bright lights casting square silhouettes about her.
A few yards away, engine quietly purring, the Lizard King sat at the wheel of the car, ready to whisk them away at the first sign of trouble. He would be listening to any reports of imminent danger from the wyrm on his phone. She could see the anxious look on his face by the glow of the high orange spotlights that illuminated the lorry-park. If he saw anyone coming he would summon them, knock on a window or sound his horn. There were cameras up by the lights, peering down at the lorries. The wyrm had assured them
