We left Laura and Steele discussing spearguns.
Mr. Steele wants his.
Meanwhile, back in the lobby …
… the security chief (?) is fondling his dentures again. 312 more words
“She has three spinal cords,” I muttered, tapping the picture MC had drawn for me. We hadn’t bothered trying to wrestle Elizabeth into an x-ray machine, since it would give her a chance to escape and clue her into our motives, but I had vivisected her enough to give us a pretty clear picture on what we were dealing with. 1,086 more words