Seth Horner’s intelligent blue eyes regarded Mike from behind his black-rimmed spectacles and in them, Mike saw fear and he liked it. Following the sudden and brutal execution of their younger friend both Seth and Mr. Broken Piggy Nose had both relinquished their ceremonial robes without further argument. Mike had handed both to June and Tara, then taken it upon himself to wear the one from the dead guy, because after all, he"d been the one to make a corpse out of him. Luckily the blast had distributed most of the brain matter, skull and other gunky crap over the wall, leaving little to soil the garment.
“You’re supposed to be a scientist,” Mike said to him. “I can’t figure out how you got involved with all this?”
Seth, now sat in the lightweight black lounge style trousers and a nondesc
