McEwan drove to the barracks, a determined look on his face. The moor land remained bleak and unforgiving. Grey clouds loomed ominously, threatening heavy rain. They approached the pine forest.
“There"s a couple of other things I"ve discovered,” Kate said, deciding now would be as good a time as any. “Pull over for a moment. You should hear this before we see Azazel.”
McEwan looked at her, saw she was serious and stopped the car. “Like what?” he said.
“Here.” Kate took a magazine out of her bag and handed it to McEwan. It flopped open at the right page. “I was catching up on some of my reading while I was waiting for you.”
McEwan flicked to the front cover – it was a glossy, New Age magazine, promising crystal cures and horoscopes – and laughed. “I hope you don"t expect me to take this
