“I know,” said Riley. “That’ll bother me.”
Angela tugged on Luther. “Let’s, um, let’s…”
“Yeah,” said Luther. “You guys do whatever, I guess?”
“If you haven’t eaten, though, I recommend that,” said Angela.
“Food,” said Jonathan in a completely different voice.
“Oh, yes, I think I’m starving,” said Riley.
Angela pulled Luther out of the room.
“Wait,” called Jonathan. “I saw Peter Mann earlier, and he indicated to me he’d killed Nathan Robinson.”
Angela poked her head back into the lab. “Well, that’s all of them, then.”
“What?” said Jonathan.
“I shot Mann because he begged me to,” she said. “And I had to protect myself from Harris and Lee.”
Jonathan sighed heavily. “So, just the four of us, then?”
“Yes,” said Angela. “And I guess there’s no reason to sequester ourselves in the lab anymore. There’s no danger.”
“Right,” said Jonathan, blinking.
“How about we meet back here tomorrow?” said Luther. “To try to discuss whatever we want to discuss about Anderson Scott?”
“Sure,” said Riley, from within the lab. “Tomorrow!”
Angela and Luther left them in there and trudged through the darkness in silence.
He directed her to his cabin, as they got closer. “No one was shot to death in mine,” he said. “Or outside it, either.” Mann’s body was still there.
“Good point,” she said.
When they got there, Luther still had beer.
She sat down on his couch and he handed her a beer, making a joke about how he guessed she wasn’t pregnant after all.
She took the beer and he got one, too.
They drank long, long swigs.
“They’re… not well,” said Luther.
“I didn’t think so either,” she whispered.
“But also,” said Luther, “something’s wrong with us.”
“True,” she said.
“And I have to admit this idea of you laying eggs… I’m into it.”
She snickered. “What? Seriously?”
“You’re not?”