‘You called me, Doc. So what’s going on?’ I looked up at the camera and threw it a grin. When Riddles opened the fire door, my jaw dropped. His head was wrapped in aluminum foil. But that wasn’t the worst of it. I pinched my nose. ‘You look like… crap, and you smell like—’
‘I know, I know. Get in here. Put this on.’
He handed me a silvery foil hat. The hollow look of his eyes and the dark stubble kept me from hurling more insults.