SUSPECTS
As Kevin sat up from his sleep, he saw the way Max fixed his eyes on him with a kind of dark look that suggested there was nothing sweet or beautiful about whatever he had on his mind.

If anything, the look was meant to kill.

“Morning, Max.” He greeted, trying not to look in the other man's eyes. “What a time to be alive.”

“What a time to be alive, indeed.” Max repeated, looking away and affording Kevin a moment's breath.

He turned and saw where the zombie's ashes remained after he burned them, and turning to Max, saw how grumpy the sergeant looked.

“How bad did the zombie throw you? Still hurts?”

“Quite. But I know how to carry on with it.”

Kevin nodded, pushing himself backwards to rest his back against the doors of one of the kitchen cabinets so that he could keep an eye on Max. He did not like the way the other man looked at him, and he put considerable distance between themselves.

What did he even know about him?

Not a lot, except that he had first met the man m
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