"More evidence Landel's really a frustrated knick-knack shop owner?" Neither Scott nor Harvey had made a move to pick it up. At this rate, they were going to stare at it all night. S.T. ripped a chunk of duct tape off the squelching mess at the end of his pipe, and used it like an extra-durable Kleenex. "Think we're supposed to smash it? Or are we starting a charm bracelet."

Even as he said smash it, his grip tightened. "Don't chew on it, it's made of lead." Or uranium. Heavier than it looked, but probably lead. Banning it in paint and gasoline had helped, but you couldn't stop kids from eating dirt. "Keep an eye out for yellow moons and orange stars."