Bryan's eyes narrowed as he heard Anthony's words; Anthony had read him like a book, dissecting his thoughts with unsettling precision. Whether Anthony had actually read his mind, he didn't know, and even if he had, Bryan couldn't exactly do anything about it, nor did he have the means to resist such a thing.
But then, Anthony's words made a question arise within his mind; how did the pill have this particular effect? How was it capable of ensuring Heinz was always a step behind, as though its function had been tailored with intent and certainty?
