"The same goes for you," the captain suggested. "You look fagged out."
Matt nodded and turned away, conscious suddenly of fatigue dragging at his limbs. Hunger gnawed at his belly. He remembered that he hadn't eaten since breakfast.
He felt someone tug at his sleeve. It was Lynn beside him in the moonlight.
"Come along, Iron Man," she said. "You may not know it, but you've been going on nervous energy."
But Matt did know it. He allowed her to lead him down one of the stairs descending to the park.
"What about the bodies?" he asked.
The girl shivered. "They've been moved out of all the penthouses, and some of the apartments put in shape. I've picked us out one."
"Us?" said Matt and grinned wearily. "Oh. What about the floor below?"
"They haven't got to those yet, nor the other two floors."
They reached the park. The grass was shaggy, the shrubs beginning to send out untrimmed shoots. Dead leaves cluttered everything.