demanded a scraggly, gray-haired man in a white lab coat. Hanson nodded grumpily before setting the cardboard box onto the table. He pulled a small knife from his pocket and gently cut through the tape that held the top together. As he folded the box back, the man slappe...
Shipiro said almost mechanically. He stared skeptically from his heavy birch desk to the lanky teenager sprawled across the dark brown leather sofa. He’d been eyeing him for half an hour, clicking his teeth as the youth recanted a story about whale guts.  ...