All around them, the Deadfallen disciples dipped their weapons downward. Jonah frowned at the curious action, but then he saw that they all dripped with something too dark to be blood. His mouth hung open.
“Ah,” said Charlotte, satisfied, “you're gettin' the picture. For the dumber ones among you, that is tainted tattoo ink. Bryce had been unwittingly using it for about a year. We'll have to thank him when we find him.”
Jonah hoped that Bryce had gotten his wife, and they were long gone. But he pulled himself back to the present situation.
“There are now six of you,” Charlotte went on. “That's six opportunities. Rowe, you will get the Manville girl to toss over the files, right now. Each refusal with result in one of your buddies here being infected. Or killed; I'm good either way. But,
