“Um, you came here for a drawing, as in tonight, or as in you moved here for my drawing?”
“No. I moved here to hunt this thing down.”
He points at the drawings again, and although I get what he’s hinting at, my brain refuses to process it. I don’t know why. I’ve been thinking this thing is something real, although I’ve tried to refuse it, but it still isn’t an easy pill to swallow.
“Don’t look so surprised. I know you saw it last night.”
My head snaps up. “You saw it too?”
He shrugs. “It’s kind of my job.”
Skepticism races through my mind. He could be here as a spy, to catch me in a lie. I don’t know anything about him. “You mean they pay people to act crazy? Where can I apply?”
“Don’t,” he snaps and gets to his feet. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Running from this thing does no good, trust me, so you might as well tell me what you know so I can help.”
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