Clancy pushed himself up from the couch. “You have a fridge full of blood,” he said.
“Yes,” said Mordechai.
“What are you doing with it?” Clancy asked. “Some sort of experiment? Are covering up something? Is it, is it an emergency transfusion supply?”
Mordechai raised an eyebrow.
“I've heard of labs altering transfusion blood,” Clancy continues, “and planting it back in the hospitals, but you have none of the equipment. Is this a halfway point?” He cocked his head. “Do you sell it?”
“Really, Clancy,” Mordechai said. “You're smart and willing to believe the strangest things. You can figure it out yourself.”
Clancy gave him a look. “You want me to figure it out? Did you plan this?”
“Of course not.” Mordechai shook his head and said: “I was going to tell you, later. If I'd planned for you to find out, believe me, I would have planned it better. You root