"How could you?"
"I didn't kill him," Denny repeated, rubbing his face with his hands.
He sat inside the small office, leaning back as far as he could in the
one decent office chair the conspiracy had acquired. "I sent him
outside of town, and the idiot tried to get back without using the
proper steps."
"And shot himself a thousand feet in the air? On his first try?"
"You know what I know..." Denny leaned forward until he was sitting
straight, took a cigarette from his pack, and lit up. The Lab Coat Man
continued to pace.
"How could he interpret that from our notes?!"
"I don't know!"
"There's no smoking down here," the Lab Coat Man complained, as Denny
blew a long, slow cloud into the room.
"There is now," he replied. "All I did was send Sigger out of town for
a little while. The rest is on him."
"'Out of town'? You mean -- you were trying to make sure we didn't
take him with us, weren't you?"
"Don't tell me you weren't tempted."
The Lab Coat Man considered this. "OK, I won't, because I was, if you
understand me."
Denny waved his hand as if to say: "Whatever.
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