The main access road was blocked by a line of unmarked white vans and dark SUVs. Yellow tape fluttered weakly in the sea breeze. Men in black windbreakers stood at intervals, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses.
Arthur parked further down the lane and approached on foot. As he got closer, a man in a dark suit stepped into his path. “Beach is closed right now, sir,” the man said crisply. “Environmental cleanup. Routine.” His tone was polite but absolute.