Dunne gaped as Quincy's blank eyes stared down at him. He wondered briefly if this were some kind of shtick, a practical joke from the impractical joker.
But when the moment dragged on, and Quincy wouldn't let go, Dunne started to worry. Fear seared its way to the top of his mind, plunging him into an irrational state.
Compared to Dunne, Quincy was a giant—tall and broad-shouldered, with tree-trunk arms and hands like hams. Even if Dunne were the type to fight back, he wouldn't stand a chance against Quincy.
Better to try to talk his way out of it. "Quincy? What're you doing?"
Quincy's only answer was to c**k his head to one side. The whites of his eyes kept staring at Dunne, as if they were actually seeing something.
"Are you all right?" Dunne shifted his weight, trying to rea
