Mesner worked the stroboscope.
"But he's dead," I said.
"Brain cells are the last to die," Mesner said. "Maybe I can pick up a little info yet."
It burst out of me then as from an abscess. The bottle cracked into a thousand fragments. I lunged at Mesner. He seemed to roll away from me, and then he squatted there in the flickering light. He leveled the gun at me.
"So you're beginning to wake up, Fred!"
Probing a dead man. Questioning the dead. Even a corpse was sacred no longer. The vile and horrible bastards, all of them.
"I don't care what happens to me," I said.
"That's noble of you."
"I'm going to kill you."
"Why?"