Arthur stared past him, trying to glimpse what was happening behind the vans. “What do you mean?” he asked. “What about all those things in the water, the eggs?” The man’s expression didn’t change. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to, sir. Please return to your vehicle.”
Arthur’s shoulders dropped. He turned slightly, about to give up—when something made him speak again. “I touched one of them.” The man’s posture changed instantly. “Touched?” Arthur nodded slowly.