Chapter twelveAgent Searles jumped in startlement and dropped his WorkMate to clatter on the hard plastic of the table as a pair of balled fists banged down loudly on the tabletop. He hurriedly snatched the small handheld device up as it had barely missed his half-eaten dinner, and turned it off quickly. He was surrounded by four of the Walking Dead.
Shiva pulled out the chair at the opposite side of the table, turned it around backwards and sat down. He grinned mischievously at the nervous Federal agent. The other young toughs who accompanied him threw themselves into chairs surrounding the agent; several other patrons of the crowded dining room moving quickly away with thinly veiled fear. Shiva’s glowing green eyes danced with suppressed laughter as he watched the Federal agent almost s
