Chapter ElevenWhilst Scruffy and Charley bowled each other over in the sand, Jenny and Mark stood beside the site where they had first discovered the oracle. It was early evening and a chill wind came across the river. In the distance, the line of imposing buildings of Liverpool. All around, the ghosts of Merseyside's industrial past. But something else imposed itself that evening. Something that neither of them could quite put their fingers on. A sense that someone, somewhere, was watching.
Lawrence ran up. He'd been trying to keep up with the dogs, and was breathing hard. The smile on his face, beaming like a lamp, did nothing for the others.
“What's up?” he asked as he moved close to them both.
Jenny turned from the river and looked at Lawrence, trying to stay calm, measured. “You kn
