Chapter 34
"Chris Redfield." That's the only search result for the name "Redfield."
I click the database file. It loads a bunch of stats and a photo of a big, military-looking guy. He has brown hair and blue eyes, just like Claire.
Footsteps pad behind me. I stand and turn.
"What are you doing here?" Claire asks.
"Is Chris Redfield a relative of yours or something?" I ask.
"Yeah. He's my brother. How do you know him?"
I jerk my thumb at the computer screen. "It seems your brother's under surveillance by Umbrella."
"What?" She runs to the computer.
"That file shows the latitude and longitude of this place," I say. "Why don't you send your brother the coordinates and ask him to come help?"
"Thanks. I'll do that." She types furiously.
"Hey, I was kidding. There's no way he'll come all the way out here just to save you."
"You don't know him like I do."
Jesus. How can someone smart enough to survive The Evil Dead be so dumb?
Sighing, I say, "Here's a little tip I picked up the hard way: don't rely on other people. You might think you know them, but they'll disappoint you in the end."
Her eyebrows knit together. She frowns. "My brother isn't like that."
Rolling my eyes, I turn and shove open the door. "Glad to hear it. Have fun dying -"