RED LABEL
"That's why you're here."
Denkley picked it up carefully, weighing it in his palm as though its heft might tell him something his eyes couldn't.
It was small enough to disappear inside a closed fist. Black metal, unusually dense for its size, with a symbol engraved across one surface. The edges caught the light strangely, as if reluctant to reflect it.
He turned it over, studying the symbol from every angle before looking up. "Where did you get it?"
"St. Jude's."
Denkley's expression changed, the color draining slightly from his face.