CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cosplay“Doesn't quite fit, does it?” said Lucas.
John looked in the mirror. His bloody clothes were changed, tucked away in a bag he would dispose of later. He now wore a pair of corduroy pants that belonged to Lucas' dad. The shirt was Lucas'. John's short sword was attached to his back by leather strap. He made a strange sight as he checked himself in the mirror.
“It will have to do.” John adjusted his sword strap. “I'll get clothes that fit at the nearest thrift store. I'll head there next.”
Lucas thought of the woman's severed head and wondered if he should point out John's phrasing.
A knock sounded at the door from the connecting garage room and house. Before Lucas could answer it, it swung open into his converted room.
“Dad!” said Lucas, far too loud. His dad
