George still hesitated, and Karl had a childish certainty he wasn't going to let him in on the secret after all. Knowing it was childish didn't stop him from reacting.
"I understand, George. I'm not going to say a word to anyone. I found a couple of strange things myself yesterday. All about our old neighborhood. Maybe we can help each other."
George blinked and sat back in his chair.
"I don't know that more secrets to keep would actually help me out, Karl. I have to admit I'm curious, though." He sighed, then leaned closer and lowered his voice. "The ’sters aren't found or captured or made, not the way you're thinking. They're birthed. Just like you and me."
"Horseshit," Karl said before he could stop himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound..."
"That's exactly what I said when I
