The truck lurched to a stop in front of a huge old warehouse with gray paint peeling from it like scabrous skin. A fresh fog blew inland, sent questing streamers around the warehouse’s silent bulk.
“Ahm, wait here. I’ll not be long.” Lesko slid out of the cab and waddled off around the corner of the building. Don popped the door open and stood on the blacktop getting his breath back.
The night air was cool and moist with fog. He could hear the ocean, a vast and pervasive susurration like the ceaseless breathing of a restless creature as big as the world. Don circled the truck nervously, shrugging off an impulse to look at the statue beneath the tarp. A glimpse of those hideous clawed feet alone had been enough for him.
A strange trilling sound rose and floated on the clammy air for a mo
