Kieffer’s mouth and eyes were wide open, his face frozen in an eternal look of confusion. I can confidently say, given the bizarre fact that I actually had a frame of reference, that Kieffer’s corpse was way more unsettling with the eyes open. The first thing I asked was, “You stole the body back?” He didn’t answer. He just stared at the ground with a sheepish, guilty look on his face like a toddler that just got busted for dealing drugs. Oh. The reality set in, and I asked, just to make sure. “You killed another one?” “It was an accident,” he explained. “Again.”
