Lynn started to argue, then decided there was probably going to be enough arguing very soon and sat back down in bed, holding fast to the jewelry box with one hand, quickly drinking his tea with the other. "So what the f**k happened? I remember killing Wynn, getting you guys out of there, and then being bored out of my f*****g mind until the others arrived." He took another swallow of tea, hiding his grimace with the mug.
"Your brother was sick," Anderson said quietly. "Like, definitely going to die sick. They think it was from someone he ate."
"Sick." Lynn finished the tea, scalded tongue or no scalded tongue, and set the mug aside on the nightstand with a hard clack. "He was sick. From someone he ate. And I sat in the pool-"
"You're okay," Anderson cut in. "If you were f*****g dying,
