Chapter 9: Bizarre Phone Call Olympics
“Silver? Like the metal?” The shiny one. The one that means second place. The one coins used to be made from. The one which, when used to make a bullet, has a particular folkloric significance I don’t want to think about after Nick’s talk about monsters.
“Yes. After we recovered the bullet, we saw something was off about it. It was too glossy, and the metal was too soft. We asked our lab people what they thought of it, and silver was their best guess. We did a very simple chemical test to confirm that, and they were proven right. The bullet is made entirely out of silver.”
“Okay.” Okay? What the f*ck do I mean ‘okay?’ That isn’t even remotely okay. “Are you just calling me to let me know?”
“That, and to ask if you have any idea why this might be the case.”
“How the h*ck would I know?”
“I don’t know. We’re not sure what to make of it either. Our chief suggested mentioning it to you. He thought you might know something. I gather, however, that you’re just as confused as we are.”