Chapter 3Arran had mailed the plant sample to Professor Cutler, who had been very interested in a new strain. It was a good thing, because Arran could now be sure someone was taking this seriously, someone who knew more about plants and their genetics than anyone. He hoped Cutler could come up with more hints than just “oh, it’s potent” in case they couldn’t find out more any other way.
Stefan drank his coffee and stared out of the window across from Arran in their diner booth.
“He looks tired,” Arran said quietly.
Stefan exhaled through his nose. “Yeah. He is. He’s…weary.”
“I didn’t expect that.”
He could feel Stefan’s pointed look. “You didn’t?” The tone of sarcasm was also there. Great.
“I knew he wouldn’t be good, because I haven’t been either, but I didn’t expect him to look lik
