8
The App of (Bradley’s) Doom
Cornelius wasn’t flashing his liquid mercury eyes at me. They were their normal blue-grey. That was a start, because even a hint of silver meant he was trying to scare me into behaving.
A missing mother, a temporarily (I hoped) motherless child, and a potentially missing Elvis impersonator… With all that, did I even care if Cornelius flashed his scary silver eyes at me?
At least the pressure wasn’t getting to Boone. He lounged on Cornelius’s imported oriental rug with reckless abandon. No drool that I could see, so that was good.
Movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention, and I saw that Alex had slumped in his chair and stretched out his long legs in front of him.
I was the odd man out here, since everyone seemed to feel comfortable in Corneli
