Reed wasn’t alone. He and Andrew Gilbow were in the middle of an intense discussion but stopped talking when Drayco and Sarg walked into the lab. Gilbow greeted them with a full-blown scowl. “I knew you’d turn up here sooner or later. Another tragic death. And the death of a dissertation.”
Reed turned his back on Gilbow and limped over to take a seat, balling his fists in his lap. “I’m sorry about Shannon’s death. Genuinely sorry.”
He took a deep breath and looked at Drayco. “But I also found out Shannon Krugh was faking synesthesia the other day. Guess you know all about that.”
When Drayco nodded, Reed confronted Gilbow. “This doesn’t have to mean my project is through. I still have eight participants.”
Gilbow thrust his hands in his pants pockets. “It won’t be that easy. Graduating a
