Don't Talk to Yourself

Trent sighed. Psychotic marsupials, a mystery virus, and a dead little girl.

"Why me?" he asked the wall.

"Because you're too stupid to say no?" Larsson walked into the office, grinning.

"Thanks. Your confidence in me is overwhelming!" Trent said.

Larsson sat down on one of the lounge chairs – still more gingerly than most people would, Trent noticed. He put his feet up on the coffee table and looked appealingly at Trent.

"Does your hospitality extend to making coffee for an invalid?" he...