“Also,” Jessie added, “let’s be real: it’s not like West’s zombie juice is out of the alpha-testing stage, and that’s being generous. The bodies he brings back are tough as all hell and can take a beating, but they make Frankenstein’s monster look smart.” Kevin cleared his throat. “He is smart. In the original novel.” She turned her head slowly, arching one eyebrow. “Nerd,” she said, “I require breakfast. And a dog whistle. Go. Now.” “A…dog whistle?” “I’ll explain when you get back.”
