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his notepad.
    â€œWhy are you writing everything down?” Ulf asked.
    The Inspector tapped his pencil to his nose. “I must make a note of every detail if I’m to catch this criminal.”
    â€œBut what has any of this got to do with the dragon?”
    â€œI’m dealing with a beast hunter,” the Inspector replied. “To catch him, I must first get inside his mind. I must think like him. There are beasts here that, given the opportunity, he would love to get his hands on.”
    Ulf gulped.
    â€œYou mean he could come here ?”
    The Inspector closed his notepad and revved his engine loudly. “Right, what’s next?”

Chapter 8
    ULF ZOOMED OFF, FOLLOWING THE TRACK along the base of Sunset Mountain, down to a wide lagoon that led out to sea. “The sea beasts,” he called.
    On the far side of the lagoon, between the rocks, tall iron gates kept the sea beasts in. Running along the northwest shore were the marine facilities, deep-water docks, and the RSPCB speedboat and submersible.
    Ulf pointed to a seven-headed hydra basking in the examination bay.
    â€œThe hydra was hit by a cruise liner,” he explained. “When its eighth head grows back, we’ll release it.”
    He sped along the side of the lagoon.
    â€œLook! There’s a razorjaw.”
    Just out from the shore, a baby razorjaw was jumping through the waves, following them. It looked like a thin red shark with spines along its back. As they watched it, a larger razorjaw burst out of the water.
    â€œThat’s the mother. She was rescued from fishing nets. She gave birth here in the lagoon.”
    Inspector Black stopped his ATV and scribbled something in his notepad. “Interesting how the mother sticks so close to her baby,” he said.
    â€œShe protects it,” Ulf replied.
    As they rode off again, the middle of the lagoon started to bubble and boil. A red flame flashed under the water. The Inspector’s handlebars wobbled.
    â€œAre you okay?” Ulf called.
    The bubbling stopped.
    â€œI thought the water just caught fire,” the Inspector said.
    â€œThat’s the flaming squid,” Ulf explained. “It’shaving its barnacles scraped. We’ve also got a petrified impossipus, two blind megamauls, and a pack of weed dogs. Sometimes we have mermaids, too.”
    They rode on past the end of the lagoon and then higher and higher up a hill.
    At the top, they stopped and looked out over a vast moor. Beasts were roaming in fields separated by electric fences.
    â€œThis place is enormous ,” the Inspector said, amazed.
    â€œThese are the Great Grazing Grounds,” Ulf told him, riding down the slope.
    â€œOpen,” he called. A gate opened automatically, and they rode in.
    An armorpod, a big beast with spines all over its body, rolled across the track, blocking their way.
    â€œWe’ll have to go around it,” Ulf said, steering in a wide arc, giving the armorpod plenty of room.
    The Inspector stopped his ATV, beeping his horn. The armorpod snorted, and a long trunk emerged from the ball of spines. The trunk slowlystretched out and sniffed the Inspector. He jumped up onto his seat.
    â€œDon’t worry, it’s a plant eater,” Ulf said. “Big but friendly.”
    The armorpod sneezed, splattering the Inspector with sticky green mucus.
    Ulf giggled, then twisted his ATV’s throttle and rode out across the moor. “Come on,” he called.
    The Inspector followed as a bouncing boogle sprang down the hill. It had eyes all over its body and a long tail coiled beneath it like a spring. It leaped straight over the Inspector, letting out a squeak, then dived into a hole in the ground.
    â€œWhat’s that stink?” the Inspector asked, covering his nose with his handkerchief.
    â€œFear scent,” Ulf said. “Boogles are incredibly nervous beasts.”
    Inspector Black rode from the stench as fast as he could, straight into