THE SURVEY VEHICLE was small and boxy. It held four seats, but they were closely crammed together and the roof was low. The top of Alun’s head brushed it as he climbed into the driver’s seat. All the controls were manual. This was a car you had to actually drive. Alun passed Cherry a hard hat and a pair of thick gloves.
The tires were fat and there was plenty of clearance beneath the car to enable it to deal with rocky terrain. Two excavators had volunteered—begged, in fact—to come along. Both the volunteers had crowded into the back seat.
Cherry was in the front passenger seat. She turned to face the woman and man sitting behind her. “I know Alun has already told you this but I’m going to say it again: Nothing you see in there can be discussed with anyone else. Not ever. Not unless you
