Car Keys
They could be vultures, circling him slowly.
Demetri circles too, eyes flicking from Bert – to Mitch – to Devon. "Red, nice. Passion – though if we were to get technical about it – is a harbinger of tragedy. Now, me on the other hand" – he gestures to his camouflaged clothes, "I'm" –
"You look like a bogey in a pool of blood."
And there – behold the man.
"Eli," Demetri says cheerily, "my binary brother! Oh, you brought the Accura – sweet ride, bro."
"No thanks to you," Eli says.
"Hold up – I didn't get the memo" –
Eli facepalms. "I said car keys – not khakis. Idiot."