Rob pulled out his phone and mindlessly went through notifications, resisting the urge to make a cutting comment. He wasn’t even the one who’d started it, and to be honest, he’d had better hand jobs, but Chris was still technically his friend—as long as they both were members of SIPS, at least. Rob pulled up the social media account they kept for their group and changed the subject.
“Skeleton or some other picture to post?” he asked. One of them usually kept a running log going on social media for the few followers they had who liked to watch each expedition play out in real time. They compiled their data in a longer format later.
“We’re SIPS, not saps.” Chris didn’t look at him. “Post something that’ll make people take us seriously.”
Rob shrugged, went to knock on the History of Blood
