Chapter 22

Lynn smiled faintly and stood, pulling out a business card. "If you have any further information, call that number. I'll contact you the very moment we know something." He turned—and stopped when he saw Anderson waiting for him just a few feet away. He looked distracted, a little… uncomfortable? Lynn wasn't sure. But it wasn't often that something made Anderson's face flush. "You okay there, Sparkleson?"

"Y-yeah, fine," Anderson said. "I really hate your brother. The one that looks like you. Well, the other one too, obviously, but right now I want to turn every last one of you into fish sticks."

Normally Lynn would have replied to that with a cheerful "Fuck you," but right then he had no idea what he was supposed to say or do. He settled for full avoidance. "We need to get hunting."

"You need rest."