'How do you
know from a look?'
'I've done a
lot of air miles, Easton. I know the shape of the world, the lie of the land.
Plus I used to watch a lot of TV. Daytime TV bad guys love this kind of place.'
'I take that as
an insult,' Teague calls over his shoulder. 'I'm much more primetime.'
Elle purses her
lips and raises her eyebrows in approval. 'Okay, point one for Teague. He's
growing on me.'
'Yeah, like a
fungus,' Yates says and they laugh again.
The front door
of the manor swings open to Teague's touch. I wonder why he doesn't just walk
through it. Maybe for the pleasure of living. The power he still has over the
real world.
'We move around
a lot,' he says. 'So we never bother making a place look like home.'
The thought of
Teague having a home confuses me for a second. That this megalomaniac scientist
could have ever been a child, happily running around on a beach. To me he seems
the eternal madman.
'Honey, I'm
home!' he calls.
His voice rings
out and bounces off the empty walls covered in dust.
Two wide staircases curl upwards
on either side of the hall. The floor is black and white like a chessboard and
chandeliers hang from the ceiling. They're covered in so much spider's web that
it's unclear where the web ends and crystal begins.
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