Burnt Black Suns: a Collection of Weird Tales
“Markowitz was to return, the weather was unseasonably cool. Randal Souris and Olivia Marshall were holed up in the lab—Olivia preparing for the next group coming through, Randal trying to ignore the scent of strawberries that kept trying to claim him.
“I wonder where they are,” she said.
“Who?”
“Dr. Markowitz and Linden. Shouldn’t they have been here by now?”
God, how Randal hated that name. Linden. It still boggled the mind to imagine there was anything Markowitz saw in that overgrown pituitary gland. All muscle and sickening deep tan, he did not belong on scientific expedition. He did not even belong in the department, not with real scientists like Dr. Markowitz. And like Randal.
“I’m surprised Linden didn’t phone you when he got back. Are you two fighting?”
“No, not at all. I mean, I haven’t heard from him in a couple of days, but . . .
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