“We need to make a couple of stops along the way,” said Fer.
“Oh? Just to make it a little more difficult?”
“We need to get inside one of those lorries they use to carry the bones into the refinery.”
“And why would you want to do that?” asked the creature.
There seemed to be little point not to tell it. They wouldn't get far without its guidance. “We have a couple of extra bones we'd like to add to their collection.”
“I see. Interesting. And the other stop you'd like me to arrange?”
“Tea,” said Fer. “This woman needs a cup of tea. And come to that, so do I.”
Two hours later, they stood upon a narrow bridge that arched over one of the city's motorways. For all Fer knew, it was the same bridge Cait had described, when she and Danny were shot at by the riders. A soaking rain filled the
