Act II — Chapter 17
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“Asperger’s?” Danny muttered
as they stepped down the interior stairs. “You told the guy I had Asperger’s?”
Jason shrugged. “The best lies are based on truth.”
The two of them kicked away bits of packing litter as they walked past fluid-filled vats and racks of glassware. Behind them, 55-gallon drums marked “Kerosene” and “Acetone” sat stacked against the rear wall.
Julie Yen stood beside a naked mattress strewn with ragged blankets. She greeted them with a scowl.
“Julie,” said Jason quietly as he approached. “Relax. We’re friends. Everything will be okay.”
“Right,” she scoffed.
Danny gave her a cursory glance, then shifted his attention back to the equipment surrounding him. On a metal table stood an unmarked glass bottle of clear liquid, sealed with a stop
