Eli, who believed in God and had a monster inside just like Victor, but knew how to hide it better. Eli, who got away with everything, who had slipped into his life and stolen the girl and the top rank and the stupid holiday research grant. Eli, who, despite it all, meant something to Victor. He swallowed, and drove the pen into his dead friend’s chest. One count, two count, three count. Nothing. And then, somewhere between Victor giving up and reaching for his phone, Eli gasped.
