“Hey, check it out!” Martin, who normally wore old jeans, hiking boots, and a baseball cap entered the room in a red-smeared lab coat. “I’m a wild and crazy guy!”
“You? Crazy?” Matt, the guy known for arguing with traffic lights and trying to blow up an armory with a truckload of manure, sneered at Martin.
“Hey! I can be crazy.” Martin lifted his chin.
“Is that blood?” Toby, who may or may not have been responsible for the body found in the old Macy’s basement touched a ketchup smear with interest.
“I’m not that crazy,” Martin pulled away.
“Not crazy at all,” Matt muttered.
Ted nodded.
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