Sleeper(s)
‘Looks like it’s trying to cocoon him.
‘Bit like Body Snatchers, or maybe Species? Don’t worry about it,’ he said when Bridget looked confused at his remarks. He felt along the arm, then moved to the wrist, checking for a pulse. It was there, but faint; like the boy was in a state of suspended animation.
Strauss pulled his hand back sharply.
‘What is it?’ asked Bridget.
‘I could have sworn it moved, that secretion. Tried to curl around my fingers,’ said Andrew. He shook his head. ‘Probably just my overactive imagination. That or lack of sleep.’
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