I burp gummy bears through the glass of the mirror. A few of the shards get stuck in the bottoms of my feet. The visions in the blood are all over the board. Chippewa.
"What are you trying to tell us, Mr. Stoats?"
There is a blue dog on the ground.
"When was the last time you spoke to Mr. Lestrade?"
"Lestrade? What do you want to know about Lestrade?"
"When did you last talk to him?"
"It was in an office, or a prison cell. He crumpled into a pile of Marlboro Menthols."