TENSandie made an effort to swallow her shock before Brandon could see. Connie was not as subtle.
“Holy crap,” said Connie.
“Holy crap,” said John Doe.
“What kind of problems are we talking about?” said Brandon, backing a step away.
“What kind of problems are we talking about?” said John Doe, recoiling from the sudden rush of mistrust.
Please, please stop, Sandie begged silently. The thing met her gaze expressionlessly and set the napkin down on the table. It touched one white forefinger to the sugar shaker, and Sandie could feel a question rising in the mind behind those flat, black eyes.
Later, she whispered. Not now, later. Please, just don’t.
Connie’s knuckles made contact with Sandie’s arm, and she realized that Brandon had asked her something.
“I don’t know,” she replied with
