Chapter 3Culann Penrose knelt at the base of the south gate at Stonehenge, inspecting the threshold, seeing no sign that the grass inside the gate had been disturbed.
The drag marks in the grass extended right up to but stopped at the threshold, two gouges the shape and size of sodhopper heels, both a foot long. Gnomes chattered nonsense at him from behind the pillars, peeking out only when he wasn't looking.
“What the b****y hell is a forensic physicist?” came a distant voice.
Culann grinned, the voice unfamiliar but the question expected.
Ignoring the incensed Druid now barreling down on him, Culann calmly inspected the left-hand post, running his eye up the edge. A gnome ducked behind it.
“What blasted Glaistig sent a necromancer like you?” the Druid exploded.
He stuck a smile on
